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6 YEARS WITH STRAY KIDS
— #Youtiful6YearsOfSKZ
#stray kids#createskz#bystay#ot8#*mary#what are our tags i can't remember .#*gfx#<- ? i guess. who knows. doesnt rly matter tbh#good morning. had to rush home just so i could caption and add tags to this cause i forgot to last night before i left.#i feel like i was a bit ambitious with this but somehow it didn't turn out as bad as it could have LOL#i think if i hadn't postponed doing this for so long i couldve added more things and polished a few others but it is what it is !#anyway.#thank you for giving me peace and happiness when i need it. 💙
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Hey love, can i request the jjk men (or just Gojo tbh) taking care of their SO after giving birth? That would be suuuper sweet and thank you💙💙
father and husband ⋆ gojo satoru
gojo takes care of you after giving birth + other hcs
an. i'm not done with the long ass gojo fic so i'm finishing this draft first. sorry i do not know much about birth i am a teenager writing fanfiction after all...... my google search history might make my parents think i'm pregnant
cw. sfw, f!reader, not proofread, mentions of female anatomy, suggestive jokes at the end
playing. 17 by pink sweat$, ft. joshua and dk of seventeen.
"this is so unfair, 'toru."
the thick sheets the private hospital provided you with restrained you from sitting up. sunlight pours into the room through the spaces in the blinds — the ward is awfully quiet, much unlike your expectations.
"huh?"
you turn your head towards the leather chair situated next to your bed. it's a pale beige, clashing with the various blues this hospital decorates itself with — and with the white hair of the man you call your husband.
his hair falls messily onto the material. you furrow your eyebrows and wonder what has gotten into him; he's been much quieter than usual. this was not typical satoru behaviour.
your newborn baby was getting examined and you were told it would take a bit. your family wouldn't be coming down till tomorrow morning — something you didn't mind because you were so sure satoru, your loving husband, was just as prepared as you are for the birth.
"he's got your eyes," you mutter. the anxiety was really starting to kick in now; satoru was never this quiet. ever. your attempts at making conversation echo, and it's eerie how you could forget satoru was even here if you just closed your eyes. "satoru?"
you swear you see a thick bead of sweat roll down his temple. he sits cautiously, as if he is ready to spring up into action any moment now.
"i'm so scared, [name]." gojo's voice trembles and it bounces off the walls; you feel your heart skip a beat, only to pound harder the next.
SATORU starts bawling when he gets to hold his baby after the discharge. tears run down his face like two waterfalls, staining his sweatshirt. your baby looks at him with the most curious eyes, before shutting them and returning to a deep sleep.
he holds your son as if he's fragile glass, grip firm and careful not to slip — your fingers wipe the tears pooling at his waterline and gojo can't help but look at you with absolute adoration.
"please stop crying, 'toru," you smile up at the crybaby you call your husband. "you can't drive with tears in your eyes."
he tries to speak but nothing comes out. gojo's voice cracks before saying anything and he only manages to nod, handing the baby back to you.
SATORU who makes sure to help you with whatever you need, you just need to order him around. he's just as new to this parenting thing as you are, given you are the only woman he's ever loved — patience is needed with him as much as it's needed with you.
for example: satoru would never complain about waking up early in the morning to feed your son. he'd spring out of bed, nervous yet oddly confident. he was afraid of not being fatherly enough — so, this was a wonderful start. he was extremely elated when you asked him to do such a duty the night prior.
he slips out of the sheets and sees your peaceful face, lips parted and letting out small snores; gojo knew you needed the rest after all the sleepless nights.
"good morning," satoru's softly cooing at your son, careful arms scooping him up into his chest and out of the baby blue crib (that coincidentally matches both their eyes). your son only cries in response, much to satoru's displeasure.
your husband can't help but smile down at his child, before glancing over at you a few feet away; comfortably wrapped in your shared blanket.
"mama's asleep, so you're stuck with me." he mimics a pout, but words could not describe how happy he was. your son could only stare blankly at him, giggling when he presses a gentle kiss on his forehead. "sorry, not sorry."
although the baby doesn't bond with your husband that well (yet), his determination is unwavering. he makes sure to be nearby the bedroom — but not too far away, in case something goes wrong — so his cries don't wake you.
all goes well until gojo changes your son's diaper an hour later and gets pee all over his hands, that he rushes into your bedroom for help.
"[name], baby," he bites his lip out of worry, opening the door with his dry hand and calling for you. "he peed on me—"
you give him a thank you kiss for trying anyway.
SATORU who rubs your shoulders for you, or really any other body part ever — he's a weirdly good masseuse. you often find yourself falling asleep on the couch as he kneads your pains away.
"baby," he whispers.
you three were on the couch, watching a movie in the late evening. your groans don't go unnoticed, and he knows you've been holding your baby for quite some time in hopes of calming him down.
"psst, baby." satoru repeats, the arm around your shoulder tapping the flesh of yours. "aren't you tired?"
"a little," you sigh. "he might wake up if i put him down."
"nah," satoru caresses your shoulder gently. "put him down for a minute. i'll help."
"help?"
"did you know i give really good massages?" satoru smirks, "your husband's crazy talented, i know."
you raise an eyebrow. you've never heard of gojo satoru massaging people — you're a little skeptical, but put down your son in the bassinet next to the couch nonetheless.
the ache in your shoulder and back were a little too intense to bear, now. satoru could tell with the way you were shifting around in your position every 5 minutes.
well, all your doubt washes away almost as fast as it came — you find yourself knocked out on the couch for the next hour, your head against satoru's shoulder.
SATORU who makes sure to give you extra kisses and extra hugs during this period of change.
he understands how difficult it must be for you — although maybe not to the full extent, considering he doesn't have a uterus — but he wants to try, and try he does.
whenever you have baby blues, he's always there. he kisses the tears off your cheeks, wiping them away with his thumb and whispering soft praises in your ears.
satoru couldn't express how grateful he is to you for giving him a son to love, to raise with you. he can only attempt to say it in words and through kisses, although he feels that may never be enough.
"i-i'm sorry for waking you, 'toru," you sniffle, even if your body language screams the opposite — your head is buried in satoru's chest and he has his hands running through your hair.
"shh, it's okay baby — don't be sorry," he holds your body close to him with his other hand, tracing circles onto the thin fabric of your clothes. "i'm here."
other times, you break down while trying to take care of your son — sometimes the cries get too loud and overwhelming, and everything you do just seems to make it worse.
satoru hears your crying and he immediately rushes over (if he wasn't already in the room with you), taking your son from your hands and trying to calm him down himself. he'll press a kiss onto your forehead, using his free hand to wipe your tears away — and he'll tell you to let him take over.
"shit," he swears under his breath, rushing into the room and seeing your tear-stained face; satoru instinctively reaches for the baby and you hand him over. "let me do it, okay?"
you nod, desperately wiping your face with the sleeves of your hoodie — before satoru uses his right hand to wipe them for you, his lips planted on your forehead.
"i'm s-sorry," you mutter, feeling a little better when you feel the skin of your husband on yours. "i don't know what to do—"
"it's okay, baby," he smiles, tucking stray hairs behind your ears as you continue to calm yourself down; your baby is still crying, and satoru looks oddly calm as opposed to you. "let me take over for a bit."
sure, he gets overwhelmed sometimes; but he needs to be your glue in case you can't pull yourself together. even if he's clueless too, he has to be strong for you — he can imagine the chaos that would ensue if he wasn't.
when he puts the baby to sleep half an hour later, he returns to the bedroom to find you in bed: wrapped in a blanket with tissues in your hands.
satoru feels his heart break at the sight.
he climbs into bed with you and his arms find purchase on your waist, pulling you closer to him; his warmth feels like the medicine you've been needing this entire time, and it's almost as if all your anxiety dissipates.
"you did good today," his cold breath tickles the back of your neck, and you feel his nose bump at your nape. "i'm proud of you."
"it was all you this time," you reply in a hushed voice, throat hurting at the tears you were trying to keep in. "i don't know what i'd do—"
"no," satoru interrupts you. "i couldn't feed the baby this morning, and you did it instead — remember?"
"i remember. you knocked over the formula."
"mhm," satoru hums, his fingers intertwining with yours. "and you did it in only 2 minutes. you're too good at this baby thing, [name]."
"you don't seem so scared anymore, satoru."
you hear a laugh escape from your husband's lips. "thanks to you," and he's pressing kisses along the outline of your shoulder and neck. "i'm the strongest, after all — what can i not do?"
"you're the cockiest, too," you snicker, and you only earn a dramatic gasp from the man behind you.
"don't talk about cock with me right now."
your jaw drops slightly, before you flip your body over to face satoru's direction: he has an annoying smirk painted on his face. "you are so disgusting, satoru."
"you know you love me—" and just as satoru's leaning in for a kiss on the lips, cries from the nursery room erupt.
"man."
writers block is real i think
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Yellow!! How are you? Hope you are doing good! Just wanna say your whipped Donnie?? Soft Donnie?? Headcanons?? :((( it was so cute :((( literally I’m like your pfp rn :((( absolutely adorable
Idk if you are accepting requests (if not you can ignore it!!) but could you do a similar one for either Raph or Mikey?? I adore the disaster twins, but Raph and Mikey get so little recognition, Headcanons or scenarios :( if you are not feeling it that’s totally ok!! Hope you have a good day! ♥️🧡💜💙
I’m so glad you liked it!!! Have some soft Raph hcs 🫶🏻❤️ hope this is alright???
Rise! Raphael x reader
fluff :D, gn reader, romantic
soft raph hcs :(
- the first time you told him you loved him he just said “thank you” out of panic but tbh it was the funniest shit ever and his brothers never let him live it down.
- More than happy to help you with anything, he is doing it ALL for you.
- Opening and holding every door for you
- You can’t reach the top shelf? Don’t worry, Raph’s got it.
- You need help carrying your groceries in? You need help changing that lightbulb? You need someone to walk you home? Literally anything at all? He’ll be there in 5.
- You’re tired? Sure, he’ll carry you!
- He would pick up hot coals directly from a fire with his bare hands if you asked him to.
- He loves quality time and the little things! Like watching movies, playing games together, having lunch together, almost anything! All that matters to him is that he’s with you.
- He is so scared that he’ll accidentally hurt you yk cuz he’s big and spikey :( so, so gentle
- Treats you like you’re made of glass sometimes
- you make him very nervous, he’s scared he’ll say or do something wrong
- he lacks confidence sometimes, poor Raphie
- will explain all of the Lou Jitsu and Jupiter Jim lore to you as best he can + would insist that you watch all of the movies together (he just wants to spend time with you but he doesn’t know how to just say that)
- tries really hard to think of gifts that you would like
- protective and always looks out for you, not in a possessive way but in the way that he just wants to keep you safe yk? they got a lot of enemies
- “LEO! I told you not to make a mess!” “It was me, sorry-“ “don’t worry about it, let Raph take care of everything.”
- He wants to take care of you. It’s just how he’s used to showing his love.
- esp from his dumbass brothers (Mostly Leo. Donnie and Mikey USUALLY let you live in peace)
- -> “I thought I told you to leave Y/N alone!” “Whaaat? I was just saying hi!”
- Softens and completely drops his usual intimidating, angry demeanor whenever he sees you and the quick switch is painfully obvious. He just thinks you’re so cute. but don’t worry his brothers won’t forget to point out how obvious he is (LEO)
- idk why but I feel like he would have some kind of stuffed animal that you guys act like it’s your child and you take turns taking care of it 😭 yk what I’m talking abt?
- one time he accidentally called you babe in front of Leo, Mikey, Donnie, and April but denies it ever happened
- -> “Hey Raph! Remember when-“ “NO THAT NEVER HAPPENED IDONTKNOWWHATYOURETALKINGABOUT-“
- would never let anyone say anything bad about you
- really appreciates your private moments when you two are alone, he feels much more comfortable this way
- Hesitant, but he will be vulnerable with you because he knows he can be without judgement.
- Please give Raph any kind of reassurance and he is misty-eyed. Tell him he has nothing to worry about, that he is a great leader and boyfriend and you’re proud of him, too many things to list. TELL HIM HE’S PRETTY.
- He LOVES to hold you to his chest, it makes him feel like he’s keeping you safe that way.
- Stares at you all the time, and is embarrassed if you catch him. “sorry-“
- if he were to call you a pet name, most likely to call you ‘baby’ or ‘babe’, maybe even a ‘babydoll’ if he’s feeling bold
- very very sweet overall :(
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ty for reading <333 rlly appreciate all the notes on everything
still working on + accepting requests !
#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt x reader#rise raph#rise raphael#rise raph x reader#raphael#tmnt#rottmnt x y/n#rise of the tmnt#rise donnie#rise leo#rise mikey#rise april#teenage mutant ninja turtles#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles x reader#rise raphael x reader#rottmnt raph
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Let Me Be Your Anchor
Chapter 8: The Lake
Benedict Bridgerton x Sophie Beckett
An Offer from a Gentleman reimagined
Chapter rating: T - nakey lakey time
Word count: 6.1k
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Author's Notes: This chapter has a lot of segments preserved from the book, the lake scene being widely regarded as one of the golden moments in Benophie's love story. (And good god almighty what goats do I need to sacrifice to make sure we get it in the show?!? 😜) But the immediate aftermath of the lake scene also gives lots of readers the ick - me included - so as always, I have rounded things out to fit the cheeky, gentle character of Show!Benedict. Enjoy 💙
There were advantages, Benedict soon discovered, to a long, drawn-out recovery.
The most obvious was the quantity and variety of excellent food brought forth from Mrs. Wiggin in the kitchens. He’d always been fed well at Aubrey Hall of course, but Mrs. Wiggin truly rose to the occasion with him tucked away in his sickroom.
Another perk of staying abed was the simple fact that, for the first time in years, he could enjoy some quiet time. He read, sketched, and even closed his eyes and just daydreamed - all without feeling guilty for neglecting some other task or chore.
Benedict soon decided that he’d be perfectly happy leading the life of the indolent.
But the best part of his recovery, by far, was Sophie. She popped into his room several times a day, sometimes to fluff his pillows, sometimes to bring him food or her medicinal tea which he genuinely believed was helping, and sometimes just to read to him. He wasn’t sure if her level of industriousness stemmed from a desire to earn the compensation he had promised, or to be useful as a means of thanking him. He was just happy that she came to see him so frequently. She was every bit the nurse he knew she would be.
She’d been quiet and reserved at first, obviously trying to adhere to the standard that servants should rarely be heard. But Benedict had had none of that, and he’d purposefully engaged her in conversation, stretching out the length of each visit.
But mostly he just enjoyed being in the same room with her. It didn’t seem to matter if they were talking, or if she was just sitting in a chair, leafing through a book while he stared out the window. Something about her presence brought him peace.
A sharp knock at the door broke him out of his thoughts and he looked up eagerly, calling out, “Enter!”
Sophie poked her head in, her shoulder-length hair brushing against the edge of the door. “I brought you some more tea.”
“Tea? Or tea and biscuits?”
Sophie grinned, pushing the door open with her hip as she balanced the tray. “Oh, the latter if Mrs. Wiggin has anything to say about it.”
“Excellent,” he smiled. “And will you join me?”
She hesitated, as she always did, but then she nodded, as she also always did. She’d long since learned that there was no arguing with Benedict when he had his mind set on something.
“Your color is back,” she commented as she set the tray down on the bedside table. “And you don’t look nearly so tired. I should think you’ll be up and out of bed soon.”
He smiled gamely, “Do you think so?”
“Yes,” she smiled and lifted the teapot. Benedict watched her hands as she prepared the tea. She moved with an innate sense of grace, and she poured the tea as if she’d been to the manner born. Clearly the art of afternoon tea had been another one of those lessons she’d learned from her mother’s generous employers. Or maybe she’d just watched other ladies closely while they’d prepared tea. Again, he noted that she was a very observant woman.
“Fix yourself a cup,” Benedict said, biting into a biscuit, “and come sit by me.”
She hesitated again. He knew she’d hesitate, even though she’d already agreed to join him. But he was a patient man, and his patience was rewarded with a soft sigh as she poured herself her own cup and sat in the chair by the bed, regarding him over the rim of her teacup as she took a sip.
“No biscuits for you?” Benedict asked.
She shook her head. “I had a few straight out of the oven.”
“Lucky you. They’re always best when they’re warm.” He polished off another biscuit, brushed a few crumbs off of his chest, and reached for another. “And how have you spent your day?”
“Since I last saw you two hours earlier?”
Benedict shot her a look that said he recognized her sarcasm but chose not to respond to it.
“I helped Lizzie and Anne with the laundry,” she said. “Then I borrowed a book from the library and read outside.”
“Really? What did you read?”
“A novel.”
“And your assessment?”
She shrugged, “Overly romantic for my taste.”
“So you do not long for romance?” He gave her a lopsided grin.
Her blush was instantaneous. “That’s a rather personal question, don’t you think?”
Benedict tried to think of a witty reply, but as he watched her face, her cheeks turning delightfully pink, her eyes cast down to her lap, the strangest thing happened.
He realized he wanted her.
He really, really wanted her.
He wasn’t certain why this surprised him so much. Of course he wanted her. He was as red-blooded as any man, and one couldn’t spend a protracted amount of time around a woman as gamine and adorable as Sophie without wanting her. Hell, he’d wanted half the women he met, in a purely low-intensity, non-urgent sort of way.
But in that moment, with this woman, it became urgent. He suddenly had the urge to lean forward, take her face in his hands and kiss her passionately. Then pull her into the bed where he very conveniently already was. He wondered if she had ever been kissed before.
Of course he wouldn’t act upon his urges - he was a gentleman, not a scoundrel. She had proven herself to be a personable, respectable, and highly intelligent woman and she was technically in his employ for the moment. He wouldn’t sully their mutual trust and friendly companionship by leaping upon her.
He frowned, cleared his throat, and tried to push his wicked thoughts from his mind by downing his teacup. “I’m sorry if I offended you,” he croaked. “Any chance you’d like to read some more?”
Sophie looked up at him cautiously. Was he flirting with her? She supposed it was only to be expected. He was a man after all, and had proven he was a cheeky devil in many of their past interactions. She was shaken less by the fact that he had asked her about romance and more by how similar the conversation was to the one they had had at the masquerade. There too he had tried to probe deeper, believing her to be avoidant of attachments. The truth of course in both instances was that she was hiding how much she did long for romance, because she wanted it with him.
She was grateful he had changed the subject. “Yes, I’ll read to you.” She placed her cup down and rose a little too quickly from her chair. She needed some distance from him until she stopped feeling overheated. She perused his bookshelf and they agreed upon a decidedly unromantic Shakespearean tragedy.
Sophie kept her eyes down and read aloud, uninterrupted through the entire play. As she settled the book in her lap she found that Benedict had fallen asleep again. He could have been sleeping for an hour and she wouldn’t have known. He did look much healthier, which signaled to her that he was no longer in need of a nurse and she would have to leave soon. She hadn’t yet put any effort into looking for a new position, she had been too overwhelmed with navigating Aubrey Hall, interacting with the staff, and caring for Benedict.
She would start looking tomorrow and would likely be gone before the week was out. She would leave Benedict for the last time. It pained her, but she knew it was for the best. She sat in silence by his bedside watching him breathe, studying the angles of his face, trying to capture the moment in her memory forever. She looked about the room too; the opulent fabrics, gleaming wood, and all of his artwork. She would miss Aubrey Hall, the beauty of its furnishings, and the warm, homey feeling it gave her. Quietly, she stood and walked around the perimeter of the room, slowly taking in each image on the walls. Sunny green landscapes bled into winter scenes which were overlapped with charcoal sketches of hands, flowers, the back view of a woman’s cascading hair.
Leaning against the desk she noticed the large sketchbook he sometimes had in his lap. She chewed on her lip, deciding how intrusive she should be. Knowing she would leave soon anyway, curiosity got the best of her and she sat at the desk, quietly lifting the sketchbook and laying it open. The first pages were of varied landscapes. Some were of Aubrey Hall and some were of Bridgerton House in London, dressed in climbing wisteria. Most of them featured no architecture at all, just a babbling brook or a windswept tree, or a rain-dappled meadow. And the amazing thing about his drawings was that they seemed to capture the whole and true moment. Sophie had that familiar feeling of stepping into the landscapes which she had confided in Benedict. He was a more talented artist than he had professed to be.
The portraits were fewer in number, but Sophie found them infinitely more interesting. There appeared to be at least one of each of his family members. Several of whom she thought must be his mother, then two dark-haired men, one dour and one jovial, who she recognized as Colin. Both of them looked incredibly similar to Benedict. A younger boy with dimples, then a series of four lovely young women. Three of them were smiling serenely, but the one with the darkest hair had a chin set with determination and eyes staring off, looking as if she were ready to conquer a nation. He had beautifully captured the new raven-haired Viscountess, whom she also recognized from the masquerade. The last portrait was of a devastatingly handsome dark-skinned man with short hair, scrunching his face in laughter. Sophie had no idea who that could be.
Her favorite drawings were of what appeared to be some sort of outdoor game. At least five Bridgerton siblings were holding long mallets, and one of the girls was depicted in the forefront, her face screwed up in determination as she tried to aim a ball through a wicket. Something about the picture made Sophie smile. She could feel the merriment of the day, and it made her long desperately for a family of her own.
She glanced back at Benedict, still sleeping quietly in his bed. Did he realize how lucky he was to have been born into such a large and loving clan?
With a sigh, Sophie flipped through a few more pages until she reached the end of the book. The very last sketch was different from the rest, if only because it appeared to be of a night scene, and the woman within it was holding her skirts above her ankles as she ran across -
Good god! Sophie gasped, thunderstruck. It was her!
She brought the sketch closer to her face. He’d gotten the details of her dress - that wonderful, magical silver concoction that had been hers for only a single evening - perfectly. He’d even remembered her long, elbow-length gloves and the exact manner in which her hair had been styled. Her face on the other hand, was less recognizable and almost wholly hidden by the demi-mask. Perhaps the contours of her cheekbones and chin were somewhat accurate, but the features of her face seemed soulless, nearly blurred. This made sense, she realized, given that he’d never actually seen her face in its entirety.
Well, not until now. Her heart began to pound. So he had thought of her after that night. He had thought of her enough to remember her in great detail and commit the time to drawing her, even if only just once. He had wanted to remember her - whether as a beautiful ornament of a mysterious evening or for some other reason, she could not say. But her discovery made it all the more clear - she needed to leave Aubrey Hall. She needed to leave before her secret was discovered and complicated matters any further. She would start to look for a new position right away.
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The next morning after breakfast, Sophie decided to take a walk around the estate. Before she consulted with Mr. Dewitt about finding her next position, she wanted to form a complete picture of the grounds in her mind. She wanted to take in the fresh air and say goodbye to it all.
As she set out through the gardens and across the lawn toward the lake she thought of Benedict, of how kind he had been to her and how much she would miss him. She would miss him more now than she had for the past two years, if that were somehow possible. Where before she had longed for the idea of him, constructed from their brief hour together at the masquerade and otherwise a bunch of fantasy, now she would miss him as she had come to know him. A gentle, witty man who had treated her with the utmost respect. It actually aggravated her. If he would just treat her like a servant, she’d have no trouble remembering that she was an illegitimate nobody and he was a member of one of the ton’s wealthiest and most influential families. Every time he treated her like a real person (and it was her experience that most aristocrats did not treat servants like anything remotely approaching a real person) it brought her back to the night of the masquerade, when she’d been, for one perfect evening, a lady of glamour and grace - the sort of woman who had a right to dream about a future with Benedict Bridgerton.
He acted as if he actually liked her and enjoyed her company. And maybe he did. But that was the cruelest twist of all, because he was making her love him even more, making a small part of her think she had the right to dream about him.
And then, inevitably, she had to remind herself of the truth of the situation, and it hurt so damned much.
Emotions swirling through her, she surveyed the expanse of the lake and marched onward into the wood that bordered it on one side. It was a lovely day, unseasonably warm and sunny, and the air held the gentle fragrance of the first blooms of spring. She couldn’t recall the last time she’d taken a walk for the simple pleasure of enjoying the fresh air. Perhaps in the forest she could find herbs or mushrooms to pick and bring back to the kitchens, maybe even go to the lake edge and dip her toes in the water if she was feeling particularly daring. The water was surely still freezing, so early in May. Still, it would feel good. Anything felt good that gave her a fleeting sense of leisure and peaceful, solitary moments.
Sophie picked her way through the forest, stepping over tree roots, and pushing aside low-lying branches, letting them snap back behind her. The sun barely peeked through the canopy of leaves above her, and down at ground level, it felt more like dusk than late morning.
Up ahead, she could see a clearing, which she assumed must be the lake edge. As she drew closer, she saw the glint of sunlight on the water, and she breathed a little sigh of satisfaction that she still had her bearings about her.
As she drew even closer, she heard a large splash and realized with equal parts terror and curiosity that she was not alone. She was only ten or so feet from the edge of the lake, easily visible to anyone in the water, so she quickly flattened herself behind the trunk of a large oak. With her eyes she began to chart a path back through the woods that would be the quietest and most concealed.
Her thoughts were broken by a crowing shout from the lake, “Aha!” Then the whistling noise of an object in flight, and a thud on the ground a few feet away from her. Completely bewildered, she looked over to see a ball roll to a stop in the dirt. It was wet and lavender in color, small enough to be held in one hand.
What on earth was going on? Had she been seen? Was someone throwing things at her? If she had a sensible bone in her body, she’d turn right around and run back to the house, but she just couldn’t quite keep herself from peeking around the tree and looking to see who might be lobbing objects into the woods and be mad enough to splash about in a freezing lake.
Dropping to a crouch to try and stay hidden, she leaned slowly around the trunk until she could see the surface of the water.
And she saw a man.
A naked man.
A naked Benedict.
It was wrong of her to stay.
So wrong.
So very, very wrong.
And yet she did not move an inch.
She found a large, bald-pated rock, mostly obscured by a short, squat bush and sat down, never once taking her eyes off of him.
She still couldn’t quite believe what she was seeing. He was, of course, partially submerged, with the surface of the water rippling against his rib cage.
The lower - she thought giddily - edge of his rib cage.
Or perhaps if she were to be honest with herself, she’d have to rephrase her previous thought to: he was unfortunately partially submerged. What she could see of him was magnificent. He had lean, smooth muscles and broad shoulders. Water droplets glistened in his dark hair and across his pale skin, making him sparkle like a gem.
Sophie didn’t care if it made her wicked to stare. Dash it all, she was curious, and she was already in love with this man. She’d spent her life taking the safe road, the prudent path. Only one night in her short life had she completely thrown caution to the wind. And that night had been the most thrilling, most magical, the most stupendously wonderful night of her life.
And so she decided to remain right where she was, stay the course, and see what she saw. It wasn’t as if she had anything to lose, as she was planning to leave anyway. And so she sat back, tried not to move a muscle, and kept her eyes wide, wide open.
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Benedict had never been a superstitious man, and he’d certainly never thought himself the sort with a sixth sense, but once or twice in his life, he’d experienced a strange surge of awareness, a sort of mystical tingling feeling that warned him that something important was afoot.
The first time had been the day his father had died. He’d never told anyone about this, not even his older brother Anthony, who’d been utterly devastated by their father’s death. But that afternoon, just moments before he had heard his brother’s cry for help and his mother’s screams from the front lawn, he’d felt an odd, numb feeling in his arms and legs, followed by the strangest pounding in his head. It hadn’t hurt, precisely, but it had sucked the air from his lungs and left him with the most intense sensation of terror he could ever imagine.
He had been with his siblings in the drawing room, watching them play while his pregnant mother rested in the conservatory nearby. When he managed to regain control of his limbs amidst the shouts from outside, he gathered the children, holding little Gregory by the hand, and guided them all out the door to see what was going on. By the time they saw the bent form of their mother holding their father on the grass, he was already dead, having collapsed after being stung by a bee. Anthony had marched toward them all, eyes wide with shock and streaming tears, and could barely speak as he ushered them back inside, beginning the darkest period of their lives. Benedict still had difficulty believing that a man as strong and vital as his father could be felled by a bee, but there had been no other explanation, it was just a cruel twist of fate.
The second time it had happened, however, the feeling had been completely different. It had been the night of his family’s masquerade, right before he’d seen the woman in the silver dress. Like the time before, the sensation had started in his arms and legs, but instead of feeling numb, this time he felt an odd tingling, as if he’d just suddenly awoken after years of sleepwalking.
He’d stepped outside to steady himself with some fresh air, and then he’d seen her, and he’d known she was the reason he was there that night; the reason he lived in England; hell, the very reason he’d been born.
Of course, she had gone and proven him wrong by disappearing into thin air, but at the time he’d believed all that, and if she’d let him, he would have spent the rest of his life proving it to her as well.
Now, as he stood in the lake, the water lapping just above his navel, he was struck once again by that odd sense of somehow being more alive than he’d been just seconds earlier. It was a good feeling, an exciting, breathless rush of emotion.
It was like before. When he’d met her.
Something was about to happen, or maybe someone was near. His life was about to change. It was the last thing he had expected when he decided to go for a swim that morning, to test his renewed vigor and shake the lethargy of being bedridden for days. He took a step into slightly deeper water, the soft sludge of the lake bottom squishing between his toes. The water reached a few inches higher on his body. He was bloody well freezing, but at least he was mostly covered.
He scanned the shore, looking into the trees and down in the bushes. There had to be someone there. Nothing else could account for the strange, tingling feeling that had now spread throughout his body.
“Who’s out there?” he called out.
No answer. He hadn’t really expected one, but it had been worth a try.
He squinted as he searched the shore again, turning in a full circle as he watched for any sign of movement. He saw nothing but the gentle rustle of the leaves in the wind, but as he finished his sweep, his eyes landing on the ball he had tossed ashore, he thought he could see something in a nearby bush, and he somehow knew.
“Sophie!”
He heard a gasp, followed by a flurry of activity as the bush shook and twigs began to snap.
“Sophie Beckett,” he yelled. “If you run from me right now, I swear I will follow you, and I will not take the time to don my clothing.”
The sounds of her movement ceased.
“It’s alright,” he called out, trying to show her he was good humored, despite having to yell. “Show yourself.”
There was a beat of silence, followed by some more rustling and slow, hesitant footsteps. He watched as she emerged from behind the bush and moved to stand at the shore, dressed in her threadbare cloak and the lavender dress of the housemaids. Her hands were balled into fists at her side and her jaw was locked. She was flustered, and it was adorable.
“What are you doing here?” He grinned at her.
“I was on a walk. What are you doing here?” she countered. “I suppose this means you are fully recovered, though that” - she waved her arm toward him and, by extension, the lake - “can’t possibly be good for you.”
“I am feeling much better, thank you.” He continued grinning, loving how it seemed to make her grow more aggravated. “I had to get out of that stuffy room and refresh myself. Were you following me?” He sank down and began to tread water playfully.
“Of course not,” she replied and he believed her. “That would be indecent.”
And then her face went completely red, because they both knew she hadn’t a leg to stand on with that argument. If she had truly been concerned about decency, she’d have left the area the moment she’d seen him, accidentally or not.
He lifted one hand from the water and twisted his wrist as he motioned for her to turn around. “Turn your back and wait for me to come out,” he ordered. “It will only take me a moment to dress.”
“I’ll go to the house right now,” she offered. “You can have your privacy and…”
“I’ll need you to walk back with me,” he cut her off, “in case the water has brought my cold back and I fall ill.” He stuck out his lip in an exaggerated pout and could practically see the steam coming out of her ears. “Or if I twist my ankle.” Still she glowered. “Or if you twist yours.”
“Mr. Bridgerton,” she sighed, exasperated.
“Stay put,” he ordered and started to advance out of the water.
Once he moved, her eyes bugged out of her head and she whipped around, turning her back to him.
Sophie crossed her arms and stared at a knothole in a tree trunk as if her very life depended on it. The infernal man wasn’t being particularly quiet as he went about his business, and she couldn’t seem to keep herself from listening to and trying to identify every sound that rustled and splashed behind her. Now he was emerging from the water, now he was reaching for his clothes, now he was…
It was no use. She had a dreadfully naughty imagination, and there was no getting around it. Her skin felt like it was on fire, and she was certain her cheeks must be eight different shades of red. A gentleman would have let her weasel out of her embarrassment and hole up in her room back at the house for at least three days in hopes he’d just forget about the entire affair.
But Benedict Bridgerton was obviously determined not to be a gentleman this afternoon and was clearly taking his time getting dressed.
“I’m sorry I came upon you unexpectedly sir, but it feels like you are just toying with me,” she grumbled.
“You are free to face me at any time,” he said, his voice laced with amusement. “I assure you that I asked you to turn your back for the sake of your sensibilities, not mine.”
“I’m fine just where I am,” she replied. The absolute devil was in this man.
After what seemed like an hour but was probably only three minutes, she heard him say, “You can turn around now.”
Sophie was almost afraid to do so. He had just the sort of perverse sense of humor that would compel him to order her around before he’d donned his clothing.
But she decided to trust him - not, she was forced to admit, that she had much choice in the matter - and so she turned around. Much to her relief and, if she was to be honest with herself, a fair bit of disappointment, he was dressed, though his white shirt was clinging to him and transparent with the water from his skin. She swallowed to keep her composure.
“Do you truly need me to walk you back to the house?” She asked, already knowing the answer.
“Yes,” he said. “Take it as punishment for spying on me.”
“I wasn’t - “ Sophie’s denial was automatic, but she cut herself off halfway through, because of course she’d been spying on him.
Benedict raised an eyebrow at her, smirking, “That’s what I thought.”
She scowled at him. She would have liked to have said something cutting and witty, but she had a feeling that anything emerging from her mouth just then would have been quite the opposite, so she held her tongue.
“It’s very bad form to spy on one’s host,” he said, crossing his arms and managing to look both authoritative and relaxed at the same time.
“It was an accident,” she grumbled.
“Oh, I believe you there,” he said. “But even if you didn’t intend to spy on me, the fact remains that when the opportunity arose, you took it.”
“Do you blame me?” She had found her witty retort.
He grinned. “Not at all. To tell the truth, I’m quite flattered.”
“It was academic curiosity,” she smirked back at him. “I assure you.”
His smile grew sly but he didn’t say anything further. He just held her gaze until she felt her legs would give out beneath her.
“Well,” she chimed, tearing her eyes away from his. “Now that we have that settled, shall we return to the house?”
“Let’s,” he nodded, stepping toward her. “Ah,” he bent and picked up the lavender ball, giving it a toss in the air. “Almost forgot this.”
“What is that?” she asked.
“This,” he grinned, holding it up triumphantly with a raised pinky, “Is my chance for redemption.”
Sophie just stared at him with a furrowed brow.
“Pall mall. Have you ever played?” She shook her head. “Well, it’s something of a family tradition you see,” They started to walk slowly through the trees, Sophie following at his side as he explained. “Every season when we come here for our country ball we start things off with an annual tournament. My brothers and sisters and I have been playing since we were children and now the competition is…” he stared off, searching for the right word. “Well, it’s brutal. A key part of the game is to knock your opponent’s ball off course and there is quite an established history of balls ending up in the lake.”
Sophie smiled, intuiting the rest of his story.
“Last year,” he huffed, “my sister Eloise was rather overzealous and managed to send my ball,” he held it up again, “straight across the water. I had to sit out the rest of the games.”
“You couldn’t use another one?” Sophie asked.
“Oh no, no, no,” Benedict shook his head emphatically. “There are rules and we honor them. Well,” he smirked. “Some of us do. Anyway, there are no other balls to play with. The rest are all claimed, except red of course,” At this point they had stepped out of the wood and were back on the sloping lawn beside the lake. He looked pensively out over the water. “We never managed to find that one.”
Sophie smiled again. “I’m glad your swim reunited you with your ball and it didn’t share the same watery fate.”
Benedict looked down at her and stared into her eyes, saying nothing. He was looking at her today with a new intensity, a burning behind his bright blue eyes that reminded her of how he looked during the masquerade. It made her shiver in a wonderfully delicious way. She needed to make it stop.
She turned on her heel and began walking up the lawn toward the house. After a beat he followed behind her. “So, your family will be hosting the country ball again this year?” she asked over her shoulder.
“Yes,” he mumbled. “They should arrive in a week or so.”
“Oh,” Sophie paused, remembering her task for the day was to look for a new position and make ready to leave Aubrey Hall. Now with the whole Bridgerton family and their aristocratic guests en route, it was more imperative than ever that she depart quickly. “I’m sure it will be lovely,” she said weakly.
At this point they had reached the edge of a garden bordered with flowering cherry trees. She slowed her steps, taking in the sight of the beautiful blossoms and enjoying the fragrant air.
“What are your plans for the day, Miss Beckett?” Benedict asked behind her.
She turned to face him. “Actually, seeing as you are well again,” she took a deep breath, “there is no further need for me here. I shall find a new position as we agreed upon. I expect it won’t be too difficult and I should be gone before your family arrives.”
She was not expecting his face to fall the way it did, the way his lips parted and his brow knitted as if he had just received terrible news. His eyes darted for a moment, then he cleared his throat and straightened his posture. “Of course,” he nodded. “I’m sure Mr. Dewitt can assist you.”
“Yes,” Sophie sighed. “I’ll go and meet with him now.” But her feet were rooted to the spot. She didn’t want to leave. She didn’t want to leave Aubrey Hall and she didn’t want to leave Benedict. Especially not when he kept looking at her like that, and not when he seemed to share some of her sadness at the thought of parting. But what was she supposed to do? Ask to stay on and work as a maid, drawing herself deeper into the heartache of being around him and risking the discovery of her secrets? Throw herself upon him this very moment and kiss him? No. Her mind knew what was right, even though her heart and her feet were not obeying it. So she stood, warring within herself until she managed to lift one foot and turn back around, feeling as if she had lead weights in her shoes.
Her eyes had barely left his when Benedict reached out and grabbed her by the arm, “Miss Beckett,” he yelped with urgency.
Sophie froze. He had never touched her, not unwarranted like this, since they had been reunited. He had helped her onto his horse and she had held him while they rode to the inn, but he had not reached out to her in any way since. Why would he? He was an aristocrat, her employer, and she was just a maid. But his grip was around her elbow, not too tightly, but insistent nonetheless. She looked back at him.
Benedict seemed to realize how inappropriate he was being and released her with a small nod of apology, “Sophie,” he said, softly. “Before you leave,” his eyes were darting again. “Would you allow me to paint a portrait of you?”
“A portrait?” This was certainly the last thing she had expected to hear.
Benedict nodded, “A small one,” he grinned nervously. “You can keep it as a token of my gratitude.”
Sophie didn’t know what to think. Again he was showering her with kindness, piling favors and gratitude upon her when she had done little more than use common sense and help him get over a cold. No one had ever painted her portrait before and she was unlikely to get the opportunity again. It was an aspect of life reserved for the upper classes. Her father had never included her in the family portraiture when he was alive and family was the last thing the Cowpers regarded her as. She was everyone’s shame to hide, to be forgotten, to be erased from memory. Benedict’s offer moved her deeply.
“How long will it take?” she asked, trying not to sound rude. “I really should go before the country visit.”
“Not long, One sitting, maybe two. I’ve done plenty in my time.” He smirked. “I’ll finish it while you look for a new post.”
Sophie felt her heart swelling. There was no reason for her to refuse him and of course she wanted to spend more time with him. If she could leave Aubrey Hall with his painting she would have some small piece of him to keep forever. Whenever she ached for him, she could look at his initials and touch the brushstrokes made by his hand. Maybe it would help ease the pain.
“I don’t have anything to wear for a portrait,” she blushed, looking down at her simple servant’s uniform.
Benedict smiled gently. “It doesn’t matter. I only need to capture your face.” He stepped closer, inches away, looking down into her eyes with that fathomless smolder again. She could feel his breath on her skin. “The rest can be whatever you’d like.”
Sophie had to stare at the ground or she feared she would fall over. She nodded briskly, “Thank you, Mr. Bridgerton. I would be honored by such a gift.”
She could hear his relief as he exhaled. “Very good,” He backed away, making it safe to look at him again. He looked practically giddy. “Tonight after dinner, meet me in the nursery. My supplies are in there. Come as you are.”
Sophie nodded, unable to hide a smile from her own face. Then, while her legs were still in working order, she turned and strode quickly through the garden and toward the house, leaving Benedict to make his own way, her punishment be damned.
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hallo!! may I please request hcs with stanley snyder being your commander? like, you're in the military and in his unit and he's quite fond of you and develops and crush on you that you later reciprocate, and he like, tells Xeno abt it lmaoo thank you!! love your writing!!
hello anon! I’m not sure if you’re the anon that normally requests so you’re now officially 💙 anon lol. There was so many things I wrote that it might as well be a scenario in hc format if that makes any sense at all. Anyway I hope you enjoy!
Stanley Snyder’s crush on his subordinate 💓
OH BOY WHERE DO I BEGIN
I think the first thing that would’ve drawn him to you is how you’re not afraid to speak your mind
While all of his other subordinates just mindlessly follow orders, you need to know why and don’t have a problem saying no
“On our next mission we’re going to have to take over a town until there is a peace treaty.”
“Why?”
“Because the enemy has to know we are serious about our demands.”
“Then what’ll happen if they still don’t agree. I’m not going to kill innocents commander!”
“No one is killing innocents. We’ll discuss it more when the time comes.”
Then of course you carried out the mission perfectly
You’ve never once let him down
From then on he thought you were the hottest person to ever exist
He tried to talk to you about personal things time to time but he found it hard because he has a hard time sharing things with people in the first place
“So…do you smoke?”
“No commander, I value my lungs.”
The only exception to this is Xeno
Xeno and Stanley love talking to each other no matter what about, but they get even more excited when their friend talks about the thing they love
Every time Xeno hears Stanley mention your name he smiles to himself for his friend’s happiness
“Found them changing an old man’s battery for his car today.” Stanley tells Xeno as he lights his cigarette. “When I asked them about it they told me they wanted to learn so they can teach their little sister.”
Xeno chuckles as he finishes mixing his concoction. “Maybe they can help you when you need to change your oil again. God knows you nearly flooded the Earth again with the amount of oil that spilt everywhere.”
Stanley never really asked you out, but it was clear that that’s what he was trying to do
There was a military ball being held and Stanley was supposed to get an award and give a speech
He wasn’t nervous, after all he’s gotten plenty of awards. But the minute he saw you in your dress/suit, everything that was in his head instantly left
“Good evening (y/n). If I may say, you look absolutely stunning in your dress/suit.”
You chuckle. “Thank you commander. And if it’s not out of my place I must tell you that you look very handsome in that suit. But of course you seem to look handsome in anything you wear,” you tell him as you place a hand on where his medal will be. “Congratulations on your award.”
With that you try to walk off. Notice the try😉
He instantly grabs your arm. “Dance with me.”
You raise an amused eyebrow.
“It’s an order soldier.”
And with that the whole night the two of you were together. He introduced you to Xeno despite him basically knowing who you are. You dance with him, drink with him, talk laugh and everything else!
He almost forgot he got an award and has to make a speech lol
After the ball he insists he should walk you to your room
When you get there, you both tell each other how much fun you had tonight.
Blame it on the alcohol or Stanley just being so sick and tired of wanting to be with you that he just kisses you
To his surprise you kiss back
You two kinda sorta make out in your bedroom for a hot minute but you push him off 🫢
“G-goodnight commander, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
When tomorrow comes and he starts assigning chores for his subordinates to do when I he can’t find your name of the list
He checked it again and again and again and again and you get the idea
He asks someone about it and they tell him you’re leaving the regiment
He’s so shocked and mad he just storms to your quarters
“(Y/N)! WHY ARE YOU DROPPING OUT???”
Your sister that you’ve mentioned before is standing with a box in her hand as you tape another
“This is who you’ve settled for (y/n)?” Your sister asked you.
You chuckle and send her out to give you and Stanley some privacy
Stanley, arms crossed, waits there with a pout on his face
“I’ve found a job as a personal body guard for a new big singer. The pay is good but I won’t be working under you anymore so-“
“Is this about last night? Look I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable or overstepped your boundary. I just couldn’t contain my feelings for you! But please you don’t have to le-“
“Will you let me finish commander? I’m leaving so I can pursue a relationship with you without all the other subordinates talking shit!”
His face is blank, but then he tried to hide the dumb smiling that’s just trying to form on his face
He coughs. “Very well. I’m glad you want this as much as me.”
You stick your empty gun at his throat
“Don’t make me regret it.” You tell him
Man he’s so in love with you
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Hello! I love your writing, I was wondering if I could request some fluff with Sanji? Like maybe hes had a rough day or it could take place after whole cake. Basically hes just super drained and a bit down on himself and reader just decides to shower him with affection to try to cheer him up? Kissing him, complimenting him, just giving him all of their affection and attention 💙
Hi! Thank you for your compliment!
I liked your request a lot since I've been needing fluff things as well lately! It took me a bit but I hope you enjoy it! This takes place right after Whole Cake Island, there are no spoilers but I think it's fair to specify 💕
Characters: Sanji
TW: none, just fluff and comfort
Words count: 700+
Days on the Sunny were running slow, the sea strangely calm after leaving Whole Cake Island, as if it wanted to give the Strawhats pirates a little moment of peace and quietness.
But not for Sanji, those days were so intense for him: thoughts wouldn't leave him even if he was trying to take his mind off things.
It has been almost 24 hours since you've seen Sanji last time, he didn't leave his cabin once and that was quite unusual for him.
As his partner, you were accustomed to staying by his side when he was in the kitchen preparing meals for the strawhats, but not this time.
"Should I go check on him or shouldn't I?" was the only question you had in mind, for sure he had some traumatic experiences on the last island you went on, and you thought that maybe your presence would have cheered him up a bit.
The knocking sound on his cabin's door was quite light, almost inaudible, so you knocked again harder this time.
"Sanji it's me… can I come in?" you said without opening the door.
"Sure" was the answer you heard from Sanji coming inside the cabin, the sound was muffled by something, was he laying with his head on the pillow?
You opened the door and peeked inside before taking a step in: Sanji was laying face down on the bed as you thought, his hands squeezing the pillow that was covering his face.
"Sanji…" you tried to say, almost in a whisper, worried about upsetting him in some way.
You sat down on the corner of his bed near his pillow, starting to caress his blonde hair lightly with a soft touch.
As soon as you started comforting him in that way, Sanji raised his head and placed it on your legs starting to sob without holding back his tears.
"It's all right now Sanji, it's over" you spoke with a soft tone, moving away his hair from his cheeks that were wet with his tears. He needed someone to let off steam with, and no one would have been better at this than you.
He seemed so vulnerable at that moment, expressing his emotions without trying to hide them and wrapping his arms around your waist.
After a few minutes of holding his face on your legs, Sanji stopped crying as if he was out of tears. "Thank you" he whispered.
You smiled softly at him "There's no need to thank me Sanji, I'm always here for you, you know that" You stroke his cheek lightly and you saw his lips curl in a tiny cute smile.
You can't help but giggle as you saw him smiling back at you, there was nothing more beautiful in this world than seeing him happy again, furthermore, he reserves these special moments only with you.
"You're so cute when you smile" you said smirking at him and making him blush all of a sudden.
Sanji tried to bury his face in your legs trying to hide his embarrassment from your compliment, that little action of his made you chuckle a bit.
Your fingers were still running through his soft blonde hair, you grabbed his cheeks to lift his face. He followed your slow movements and you placed your forehead against him as your eyes meet.
"You make me so happy Y/N, you always find a way to cheer me up, even with little things" He placed his hand on your left cheek, pulling your face close sealing that moment with a soft kiss on your lips.
Your arms wrapped around his neck and smiled widely against his soft lips, you made him lose his balance and he dragged you with him as he was falling onto the bed.
You hugged him more as you were above him, filling his face with a lot of kisses. "You did it on purpose, didn't you?" he asked while chuckling, knowing that you made him lose his balance just to push him onto the bed and kiss him like that.
"Maybe" you smirked without stopping kissing him everywhere and making him giggle with the soft touch of your lips on his face.
"I'll give you so many kisses that you'll never be sad again, Sanji."
He smiled back at you "I can't be sad if I'm with you."
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December Drabbles Day 18 - Liquid Courage
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Banner fan art by the amazing @sayuri-liu
For @shortfry. Thank you for being amazing and for sharing your talent with us! You're such a wonderful person! Hope you have peaceful end of the year. 💙💙
For the 12 Days of Promptmas, Day 5: Warm Sake.
Day 18 - Liquid Courage
Inuyasha was not stupid. He knew that plenty of people might vehemently disagree with that statement — and his insufferable ass of a brother would be the first in line to do so. But he had seen the stolen glances. The smiles he couldn’t quite smother when she wasn’t looking. He’d seen the way the impenetrable amber of his brother’s eyes had grown warm and soft.
Hell, he couldn’t blame him. Inuyasha brooded into the cup in his hands, then raised it to his lips. The warm sake soothed him as he swallowed, filling him with glowing heat. And a sense of purpose.
Sesshoumaru had been clueless enough not to pursue his interest. Sure, he was a jerk. But Inuyasha wouldn’t mind giving him a helpful shove to move things along. After all, if there was one person on the planet who could soften the sharp edges of any jerk, it was Kagome. And Inuyasha was the living and breathing example of her influence.
It was about time to return the favour, anyway. He owed her too much. Out of all of them, she had probably sacrificed the most. She deserved all the happiness she could get. Inuyasha would guarantee it.
Inuyasha levered himself up. Swayed just a little before he swaggered towards his goal. He swiped another cup and a new bottle of warmed sake on his way to his brother.
He loomed at the edge of the village, looking on at the merriment of the winter festival. Always keeping himself apart, the idiot. But his gaze was tracking Kagome, as she laughed and danced and chatted with everyone. The heart of the party, as she so often was.
Inuyasha shoved the cup into his brother’s hand, then poured it full before topping up his own.
He arched his stupid snobby eyebrow at him but made no remarks. Silently, Sesshoumaru sipped his sake .
Inuyasha took one last gulp of liquid courage before embarking on his mission.
“You’re an idiot,” he informed his brother.
Sesshoumaru paused, the cup hovering near his lips. “That is rather an alarming assessment, coming from you.”
Inuyasha ignored his hoity-toity insults. “You need to do something about it.”
“About what, exactly?”
“Kagome.”
Sesshoumaru’s claws clinked against the cup as his grip tightened. Abruptly, he was standing straighter and stiffer next to him, as if someone had just shoved that pole up his ass deeper in. His usually cool amber eyes were wide with surprise. Then, he quickly looked away.
“I do not know what you are implying,” he replied, his voice carefully neutral.
Inuyasha snorted his sake . The bastard was blushing!
“Don’t give me that evasive shit. I’ve seen the way you stare at her.”
Sesshoumaru drank his sake . Clearly avoiding answering him. Keh!
“There should be less staring and more doing ,” Inuyasha advised him. “She’s worth the effort.”
The amber eyes flashed. “I am aware of her worth,” Sesshoumaru snapped.
Inuyasha blinked. Well. That was interesting. He grabbed the bottle and poured Sesshoumaru another cup. “Then what’s the hold-up?”
Sesshoumaru shook his head and frowned at his drink. “I am not sure how... That is, I have never... What if she does not... What if we do not suit?”
Inuyasha’s mind boggled, as he tried to both make sense out of his brother’s stammered fragments and understand what such a fumbling response revealed. Inuyasha heaved a sigh. This was a bigger mess than he could’ve imagined. He‘d meant to give his brother’s ass a good encouraging kick, not hold his hand and pat him on the back.
“Listen,” he said gruffly. “If I didn’t think you’d be good for her, I wouldn’t be here telling you to go get the girl.”
Sesshoumaru’s expression remained dubious.
Inuyasha heroically resisted the urge to smack his brother’s head. “Also, I’m not here for you .” Well, maybe he was, a little bit. But he’d never admit that, least of all to him . “I’m doing this for her. Because I think she’s interested.”
Oh, he had his attention now. The mask had slipped and the raw mixture of hope and longing on his brother’s face was both unsettling and deeply reassuring. He was doing the right thing.
“Truly?” Sesshoumaru asked, lowering his cup.
Inuyasha grinned. And patted his brother on the shoulder. “Go get the girl, you idiot.”
He watched Sesshoumaru go. Pause at the table where the feast had been laid out. Pick up a bowl and carefully peruse the food on offer, before collecting the choicest bits into the bowl. And then carry his offering to Kagome.
Inuyasha shook his head. Maybe he should have another talk with his brother at some point and explain to him the differences between youkai and human courting rituals.
Across the village, Kagome took the bowl and gave Sesshoumaru a brilliant smile.
Or maybe the two of them would be fine, after all. They’d figure it out.
#sesskag#sesskag fic#sesskag fanfiction#12 days of promptmas sk#sesskag december drabbles#chie writes#fic: sk
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Featherary day 17: Kisses
Back with some poly KaiMeiLuka to celebrate Kaito's anni 💙 (rip Gakupo, again)
One day I'll write Gakupo, just not today- lmao
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Kaito x Meiko x Luka (romantic) wxs
Lee: Kaito
Lers: Meiko, Luka
Warnings: Tickles!
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Kaito was currently at the wonder stage, making sure that everything was set for their next show when suddenly...
"Happy anniversary, Kaito!~" Meiko and Luka yelled in unison from behind him, almost giving the troupe leader a heart attack.
"You two need to stop sneaking up on me like that" he tried to sound serious but couldn't help the smile that stretched across his face. "But thank you".
"You've been working all day Kaito, why not take a break with us!~" Meiko cheered out with Luka nodding in agreement.
"I'd love to but I have to make sure everything is perfect for our show later today".
Both girls frowned at that statement.
"Aww, c'mon! Just for a bit?" Meiko did her best puppy eyes but Kaito only chuckled and gave her a headpat.
"Sorry, but work comes first".
"Lukaaaa, Kaito won't listen to me!" Meiko pouted like a toddler over to her girlfriend.
"Well, we can't have that~" Luka took Kaito's hand and softly led him down the stairs of the wonder stage for him to sit down on. They sat on either side of him, effectively keeping him trapped.
"Umm... guys?" he asked as a nervous smile started to creep unto his face.
"Since you won't take a break willingly, we'll just have to force you~" Meiko said with a teasy grin on her face as she playfully walked her fingers up the troupe leader's side.
Kaito's face instantly flushed all shades of pink imaginable at the touch. He'd try to squirm away, but Luka's hands were waiting for him on the other side.
"Mmhm! We can't let our dear troupe leader get overworked, especially on his special day~" Luka had an innocent smile on her face, but Kaito could notice the 'sinister' intention behind it. She gave his hip a soft but firm squeeze, causing the blue haired vocaloid to yelp and jump up like a startled cat. His embarrassment only grew at the silly sounds he made with each calculated touch from his girlfriends.
"B-but I hahave work to dohoho...!" he whined out through his cute giggles. Not that he minded though, he didn't even attempt to stop them.
"Did you hear that, Luka-chan? Kaito is being stubborn again!" Meiko complained lightheartedly.
"Oh no! Guess there's only one thing that we can do~".
Both of them wore teasy grins on their faces. Once Kaito noticed the change on atmosphere did he realize he was screwed "W-wahait! Not thaHAHAT!" Kaito screeched in ticklish glee as his girlfriends started peppering soft, tickly kisses all along his cheeks and neck.
"Hehe~ Works every time~" Luka started placing soft, 'lil raspberries all over his exposed neck, leaving poor Kaito a squealing mess.
"NAHAHA! T-THAHAT'S EVEN WOHOHORSE!" his cheeks looked like they could erupt at any moment from how red they were.
"Your cheeks look like two, big apples~" Meiko teased as she playfully nibbled on the red cheek, making Kaito snort out of surprise.
"WAH-! M-MY CHEEKS AREN'T EHEHEDIBLE!".
The girls chuckled at his reactions, enjoying every single laugh and shriek they managed to get out of him.
After tormenting their silly boyfriend for a while, they decided to relent for a moment.
"So, still gonna be stubborn?~" asked Meiko with a smug grin on her face. When they didn't get a response, they noticed that Kaito was all curled up on their laps fast asleep. Soft, peaceful snores escaping his lips every so often.
"Oh... looks like we tired him out~" Luka smiled down fondly at him as she softly stroked his hair.
"Sleep well, birthday boy~" Meiko placed a gentle kiss on his forehead as the gals let him get his well-deserved rest.
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#project sekai#colorful stage#tickle fic#project sekai tickle#colorful stage tickle#project sekai tickle fic#colorful stage tickle fic#kaito vocaloid#meiko vocaloid#megurine luka#lee!kaito#ler!meiko#ler!luka#featherary 2023
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hello!! You’re going through a hard time with the latest episode.. i legit thought of you when it happened 😭 I knew you were going to be so sad! I’m with you girl. Which is why we need and echo x reader with prompt 4!
happy 200 followers too! Have fun at Disney world 💚
Howdy!
Aww I love green hearts! 💚💚💚Oh yes I definitely do need this my lovely! 😭 but don’t worry he says he will be back I just hope isnt gone for long ✨💙💜 I miss him so much.. anyways let’s get hitched! And thank you anon you’re very sweet!
Echo
Prompt: “will you marry me?”
Master list
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“Echo!! Come on!”
You ran ahead into the flower field. Echo slowly following behind.. a large, sweet smile on his face.
“I’m coming cyare.”
The flower fields on Naboo were your favorite spot.. they were quiet and calm.. peaceful and beautiful.
You took a seat near the riverside and crossed your legs, echo not get behind you.
“Come on slowpoke!”
Echo shook his head and giggled. He sat next to you and put his hand around your shoulder, pulling you into his side.
“Echo? When do you have to return to ord mantell?”
“.. soon I’m afraid. Cid has jobs for us.”
“Could I come with you this time?”
“I don’t want you to get hurt, lost, enslaved, or killed.. and since we have no idea what happens on cid’s mission.. I’ll have to say no”
You huffed annoyed but continued to cuddle into him. Echo picked a red flower and pushed it behind your ear, pulling some hair out of your face with it.
“You’re so beautiful my love..”
“And you’re so handsome echo”
He giggled nervously.. before taking something out of his pocket. It was a piece of grass that was wrapped in a loop, neatly.
“What is that echo?”
“.. Mesh’la.. i. I cannot afford any nice ring for you.. but I wanted to give you something that would signify a promise”
“Echo..”
“My darling Mesh’la.. Will you marry me.. when I return to you next time.. I want to marry you”
“Oh.. oh my sweet echo.. yes! Yes my love!”
You held out your left hand and he slip the grass ring around you ring finger. You wrapped your arms tightly around his neck. His arm and scomp link holding your waist and back.
“I promise Mesh’la.. when I see you next chance I get we are going to be together forever.”
“Oh echo.. I would wait a million light years for you..”
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#echos girlfriend 100 celebration#the bad batch#tbb echo#the bad batch x reader#clone force 99 x reader#clone force 99#echo#echo x reader#echo x you#tbb echo x reader#tbb echo x you#marriage proposal#fluffy#cute!!
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If you could write a letter to Armie and knew he would 100% read it, what would you say?
Alright--I'm going to assume this is a genuine ask, and answer it genuinely. This is what I would say:
Dear Armie,
You came into my consciousness at the outset of covid, in my darkest hours as a public health worker, and you were a welcome distraction. At first you were simply an interesting actor, talking about a challenging role--an inspiration to push through self-set boundaries. Your honesty and raw emotion drew me in, and as I watched movies and videos, read tweets and saw stories, I came to know you as a loving dad, a loyal friend, a deep thinker, a quick wit, and someone with a lot of love to give. I watched you make choices, say things, and take actions based on what is right, rather than on what is easy, and repeatedly add your voice, and support others doing the same, and this as much as anything else tells me you are a man to respect and admire--a man anyone should be proud to have as a father, son, partner, or friend.
My admiration and respect for you has only grown as you’ve exhibited a level of strength and grace that few would be able to manage, under unimaginable and difficult circumstances. Divorce and custody issues are rarely easy, and the layers upon layers of ridiculous character assassination via social media have put you in a complicated position nobody should have to endure. I can't help but feel like you are being punished for realizing what is meaningful in your life and what is right for you. If it helps at all, know that I and so many others see through the situation, support you, and wish only for your health and happiness. Thank you for persevering, for showing us all the importance of reaching out when you need help, and for reminding us that there are things worth fighting for in life.
As much as I’d love to see you act again, my support for you isn’t conditioned on that. I wish you health and happiness as you travel the path toward the life your heart desires--May you always feel safe, supported, and loved. May you love who you see when you look in the mirror. May you find time to create art, read good books, and try new things. May you be surrounded by people who challenge you in the very best ways. May the hugs and laughter of your children lighten your world. May you experience deep, soul-binding love. May your life be filled with peace and joy. And finally, may whatever you want most in life come to you just the way you want it (or even better).
With love,
Coloradocharmiegirl 💙💚
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OC Zodiac/Astrology Color Palette Game
Tagged by @corpocookie and @morganlefaye79--Thank you, bbs! 💙💙💙
The color palettes are here, and you can find future dates for birth charts here. (Also, if your OC is a Night City baby and you didn't already know, you can use Morro Bay as an approximate location.)
Valerie's Birth Chart Colors:
I'm not much of an astrology person, but I did search her chart a little so here are some traits that I think are applicable (not a part of the assignment, but here's some extra credit, haha).
Keywords for a Libra Sun Taurus Moon: Sensitive taste; love of music and art; cooperative; good business sense; a campaigner for social welfare; sentimental; affectionate; understanding; generous; nurturing; romantic; self-indulgent; ability to infect others with happiness and laughter; vanity; stylish; upper class.
(I'll put the rest under a cut since it's long and mostly for me anyway, lmao.)
Tagging: @ur-friendly-nbhd-cardassian, @clusterfxckedbysirens, @medtech-mara, @valsilverhand, @therealnightcity, and @beammeupbroadway! 💙
Venus, the planet of romance, peace, and harmony, rules both signs of the Libra Sun Taurus Moon combination, giving you an enchanting personality and a remarkably even disposition. Charm, diplomacy, and kindness work to your advantage in life.
On the surface, with a Libra Sun Taurus Moon you may seem as restless and high-strung as your fellow Librans, but you always retain an underlying quality of purpose and stability. Your approach to the world is always even, benevolent, and forgiving.
With a Libra Sun Taurus Moon, you are very sensual and materialistic, you love luxury and comfort—but you need to be careful that pleasure does not an end in itself. You have many gifts to offer the world, but you always run the risk of lapsing into lethargy and/or overindulgence. As with all Moon in Taurus people, you are capable of assuming great responsibility, and you possess the determination and inner resolve to push yourself to the top of the ladder. But you may be tempted to remain in a pleasing, comfortable, and tension-free environment, instead of one that is high-paced.
If you were born with Scorpio Rising, you put the whole force of your personality behind everything you do. You are not a halfway person. Scorpio Rising individuals have an intensity, a dynamism that seethes and roils under the surface. Your willpower and determination are formidable.
Clever, creative, and resourceful, with Scorpio Rising, your fertile mind seems to be an inexhaustible source of ideas and suggestions. Your brain behind your cool facade is always ticking away. One of the things you must do is find out how something works, to dissect it, study it, and put it back together so that it works better.
With Scorpio Rising, you are usually quietly watching, waiting, observing— filing away information that will be useful later on. Scorpio Rising individuals have a reputation for a sharp temper; the reputation is deserved. When crossed, you can be cruel and biting. You tend to use any weapon at your disposal—from ridicule to playing on a person’s fears. In the heat of that moment, the Scorpio Rising must be the victor. Later, you are remorseful for having dealt wounds, though it is extremely hard for you to say so.
Scorpio is the astrological sign of hidden passion; Scorpio Rising individuals tend to have a secret love affair at least one time in their lives, and usually marry more than once. They may suffer more financial setbacks and disappointments than other rising signs; but no other sign is more victorious in the end.
As a Scorpio Rising individual you tend to have sharp features, a prominent nose, and large, hypnotic eyes. Sometimes your brows are thick and dark. Your body is agile and moves decisively.
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hi !! id love a van gogh painting selection that fits my vibe if that's cool— vibe check: my friends describe me as "outspoken, assertive, creative, and passionate" and have said that i remind them of "deer, sunflowers, and the colors dark red or sage green." i'm a poet, a musician, and artist. my favorite painting is the kiss by klimt and my favorite painter is salman toor but i love a lot of genres of art (van gogh is the answer i don't say out loud because i'm worried it's "basic")- really everything!
visit the art gallery
hi Cam!
thank you so much for this lovely request! and no worries - in this house (my blog lol) we absolutely adore van gogh even if some people might consider it "basic" 🥰 you're in good company!
based on your vibes and the description from your friends, I leaned toward paintings with bright, bold colors that felt confident and creative. and since the artists/artworks you mentioned all lean in the direction of abstraction and use color to express emotion, I tried to find works with some abstraction and an expressive use of color
if you don't like these paintings or don't feel like they fit your vibe or if you simply want something different, please don't hesitate to let me know and I'm happy to make a new selection for you ☺️
based on your vibes, these are the paintings I would select for you (with images and more info under the cut!)
Sunflower by Gustav Klimt
The Love of God by Georgiana Houghton
Deer in the Forest by Franz Marc
Muse on Pegasus by Odilon Redon
Sunflower by Gustav Klimt (1907-1908)
first, since your friends said you remind them of sunflowers, and since your favorite painting is by Klimt, I simply had to choose his image of a sunflower for you! this piece is calm and peaceful, yet bursting with life and color
The Love of God by Georgiana Houghton (19th century)
to me, this work expresses that sense of creativity and passion that comes with being an artist of any kind. when ideas are really flowing, or when you feel especially inspired, I just feel like this piece captures that feeling? idk though, but it's also a very compelling piece. also, Houghton was a spirit medium and this drawing - according to her own account - is not actually "hers" but is actually a drawing by a spirit, it just used her body and her hand to draw it. Houghton would go into trances and then produce these "spirit drawings." her work is fascinating and very understudied, and I just love the energy and motion and movement in this piece
Deer in the Forest by Franz Marc (1913)
since your friends mentioned deer, deep red, and sage green as things that they associate with you, this work simply had to be on this list since it has all three! like Klimt, it leads toward the abstract while the objects in the piece still retain their legibility. the mixture of straight and curved lines gives a sense of dynamism to the work, which seems to align with a sense of confidence and assertiveness. also, the colors are fun and the deer are really cute - so it's also just a very enjoyable picture!
Muse on Pegasus by Odilon Redon (ca. 1900)
lastly, I knew I needed to include a work by Redon, since many of his pieces really feel like they would fit your vibe. similarly to Klimt, he plays with abstraction and uses color to express emotion, although where Klimt tends to be more geometric, Redon is much more organic in the forms he creates. I selected this piece in particular because it depicts a muse, highlighting the idea of artistic inspiration, with the vibrant splattering of colors all around potentially signifying the act of artistic creation. also, I think it's just a stunning piece
those are the artworks that I think fit your vibe! I hope you enjoyed them, but I'm happy to select new ones for you if you didn't ☺️
thank you again for your wonderful request! 🥰
I hope you have a lovely day!! 🥰☺️
charlotte 💙
#charlotte's art gallery milestone celebration#charlotte speaks#charlotte talks art history#gustav klimt#klimt#georgiana houghton#franz marc#odilon redon
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Hello dear hbj!
I have seen your recent reblogs (about mental health and disorders) and just wanted to let you know that you are one of the kindest, loving, sweetest and most considerate people I have ever seen on tumblr. You are always so sensitive (what I consider a good thing!) while being honest and tactful, and I appreciate that. Your blog is full with love and good vibes and the world needs more of that. So, what I'm trying to say with my ramblings 😅 ... even though I don’t know how you are in rl, online you are definitely one of the bestest of people I had the privilege of meeting here and I wish you all the best on your journey through this world 💙
You rock! 🤘🏼
Oh Wow... 🥺 I'm speechless, tbh. Completely. I think this is one of the most beautiful things anyone has ever said to me. And these are definitely one of the most beautiful compliments I have ever received. 🥺 Well, to be honest, I’m pretty different in real life than here, in real life it’s sometimes not that easy to deal with me, tbh. And here, this became my own safe space. Although it’s the internet, the people here, in the fandom, are all so incredibly nice and kind and great. It gives me the opportunity to switch off and be just as nice as you are to me, I love that so much. I am quite different here because the people here are very different, much better, much nicer, just incredibly wonderful. All of you. 💚
I can’t believe it, I am so happy about this ask, your compliments and words make me so happy. Especially because this topic is quite difficult and unfortunately also, in my case, Borderline has quite a lot of prejudices and clichés. And also because far too few people are familiar with these diseases. And I think, as an affected person, it would be really nice if more people know about it. And when I reblog something like that, I’m always a little afraid that it annoys people or something, because it's actually a Duskwood blog, and most of the time it’s also connected with overcoming, but this topic is important to me and that’s why I talk about it. It really means a lot to me that you listen and read through what I post and that you take it seriously.
And that you took the time to write all these words, it just means everything in the world to me. I am often confronted with negativity and also with many people who can't deal with me or with whom I do not get along, or both. This makes it very difficult to have contact with people. And that’s why it is even more beautiful for me when not negative but positive is spoken about me. And the qualities you have listed are really wonderful and I am really happy that I make this appearance and that you describe me with it. 🥺
All of you are always so kind and loving and supportive. I love being with you on Tumblr and having such a nice time, and I love being with you all. ❤️
I can only return all your compliments to you. I don’t know you in real life either, but what I got to know from you here is exactly to say that you are really wonderful. You are so supportive and always understanding. And you always help everyone as much as you can, and I find that really incredible and the world needs more people like you. You’re funny and always so kind, and I’m really grateful that I got to know you here, and a little more on Discord. You are so great!!
And also a huge thank you for your words about my blog. Now that several have already said that it is so peaceful and always full of love, I might say this is a pretty safe place. And that’s exactly what it should be. What I want it to be. I never want to pull everything into the positive and pretend that everything is always perfect, because it is not. But I am still happy that so many people think so positively about my blog.
I would continue writing but then I would only repeat myself millions of times. 😅 So, again a huge thank you! Even if a thank you would never be enough to show my gratitude. It means so much to me that you took so much time to write all this to give me a smile. It worked really well. When I saw your ask, I admit, I lost two or three tears (How was that with sensitive? 😂) But they were tears of joy, just huge big thanks, you are wonderful, never let anything else tell you! 💚💚
Thank you, for everything! 🥺💚
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Soulmate’s Energy
Your sm reading really corresponds with my own reading I did two days ago but my interpretation is different. Imo sm is figuring things out yes and is making choices not only in career and family but also with regards to Harry. They know they are supposed to be with Harry but they are coming to terms with the fact H will never choose them out of fear of what I think they feel is the public response. Harry wants to choose them but can’t get out of his comfort zone that much it terrifies him. In my personal opinion 2023 will mark the year they’ll both choose to walk away, resulting in them not being together in this particular lifetime. Harry also strongly suffers from guilt he doesn’t want to admit to with regards to sm. I know my intuition says they’ve already met but not necessarily face to face, maybe thru friends or music related or even online, which differs from your view point mod. Coming December will be make or break for them and the outcome will be permanent, whether together or apart. Energies are clear tho; it will be Harry who has to unequivocally reach out this time. But once again his comfort zone will stop him from doing that which will mark the end of their shared journey in this lifetime. I’m sorry if this reading upsets people but it’s strongly what came through to me, im an intuitive reader. Harry’s emotional maturity isn’t there yet in this lifetime tho he’s trying to convince himself it is. Yes he’s grown a lot thanks to what he’s already experienced but he’s a very proud being and it’s difficult for him to admit to mistakes. I do get a feeling he wasn’t born like that but it’s completely a result of his living conditions where he’s used to people doing everything for him and going along with his wants and needs. It’s made him rather selfish in ego. He’s very generous with material things but selfish when it comes to immaterial things such as love. Sm is the exact opposite; they see money as a means to live, only, and value family, love, peace and happiness much more. They’re happiest at home with animal company and little outings with family. I felt blessed with this reading cuz both their energies came thru so clearly for a change. I think they both must have been tired maybe, less guarded. So yeah while I absolutely want to believe they’ll end up together, Yin and Yang is impeccable, I don’t believe the timing is or will be right in this lifetime. Sorry guys but remember it’s my personal interpretation of the cards and energies only! Energies aren’t fixed, they are constantly in motion and free will plays a big part in all this. -🎑
Interesting! I’m going to say I haven’t really picked up on that, but I appreciate you sharing!! Feel free to give your opinions anytime and thank you for being so respectful about it!! ✨💙
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Hi!!! Hope you're having a good day?😊
I wanted to try your TXT matchup event if that's possible?
🪷 Height : 165 cm
🪷 Studying philosophy at the university.
🪷 I'm an INTP & cancer. I'm definitely a huge introvert, someone who is quiet/reserved & often lost in their own thoughts. This often gives the wrong impression to people, they tend to think I'm cold & distant but I'm just shy & not really good at engaging conversations/ doing small talk.😅
🪷 I need time to open up to someone & even if I'm close to someone, I have this habit to put walls to protect myself. I don't really like sharing anything personal so I put some distance between me & people.
🪷 I'm more of a listener than a talker so people like to come to me to talk about their problems/ struggles even if I'm not necessarily close to them. I don't mind because I love helping them, love the idea they come to me because they know they won't be judged. I'm always here to give advices.
🪷 I'm good at keeping my calm & emotions in check in stressful situations. I always try to think rationally instead of being overwhelmed by emotions.
🪷 Can be quite playful & mischievous! I love teasing my friends & family!
🪷 I'm very sarcastic. I always have a comeback ready at the tip of my tongue.😜
🪷 My biggest flaws are how prideful I can be & my stubbornness...😪
🪷 My love language is acts of service (giving), I'm not very good at talking about my feelings & I think actions speak louder than words.
Receiving I'd say words of affirmation & acts of service.
My hobbies / likes :
🌺 Poetry : Love reading poems & I'm trying to write some sometimes but I don't think I'm good at it so I'm just sticking to reading them.
🌺 Writing : I'm often lost in my own head so writing is a way to let things out, organize my thoughts, reflecting on myself or on certain subjects.
🌺 Cooking & baking : Love doing it for my family! It always makes me happy to see them appreciate the food I prepared for them!😊
🌺 Photography : Love taking the time to observe the world around me & appreciate it's beauty.
🌺 Stargazing : My favourite thing to do in summer! It's just so peaceful & magical.✨
🌺 Studying : I'm a very curious person who's always eager to learn new things on different subjects! The library is definitely my safe place!
🌺 For my music taste here are some of my favourite artists : Bruno Mars, Coldplay, Imagine Dragons, Chase Atlantic & TXT obviously.🤧
🌺 Have a huge sweet tooth so I love sweets, pastries ect...😋
Dislikes :
🥀 Clingy people : I value my personal space & if someone doesn't respect it I can be easily annoyed & I will become cold & distant.
🥀Alcohol : I just hate the taste or even the smell of it.
🥀 Loud & crowded places : They make me anxious & uncomfortable.
🥀 Scared of heights & small places.
🥀 Hate coffee.🤢
I think I said everything I needed to say!! Hope you have everything you needed!
Thank you in advance & please take care of yourself!!🤗💙
i match you with... beomgyu!
gyu respects that you take time to open up, and he will never push you to talk to him about anything u dont want to! beomgyu may be pretty introverted, but hes great at keeping conversations going. beomgyu is DEF a talker! he loves to talk about anything and everything. sure, he cant do serious stuff for too long and venting is hard for him, but as long as its with you hes okay with it. teasing gyu LOL!! he'll try to tease you back but then just be stunned with one of your comebacks, bro will NEVER give up tho!
gyu loves your little acts of service here and there, it makes him feel so loved hehe. he does like to recieve some phsyical affection here and there too. beomgyu who ties your shoelaces for you and cooks for you..
stargazing with gyu <3 you dont even have to talk while stargazing. he loves the company and he loves the stars. pointing out the constellations or just shapes you can see and getting excite when u see shooting stars ughh how he loves it!
#hueningoo matchup event#aaa!! fellow cancer intp! hi!!#txt x reader#tomorrow x together#beomgyu#beomgyu x reader#beomgyu fluff
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I'm way behind on your fics and just recently fell in love with The Unbroken. I was wondering have you ever thought about revisiting that story/world..even by short one offs...depicting the rebuilding of society?
Thanks!
Hello there!
I'm so happy you're enjoying The Unbroken, it's always awesome to see any of my fics getting some love💜
The tentative answer I can give you is maybe. 🙈 I'm usually the type that when I'm happy and at peace with something that I need to give closure to, I just close that chapter of my life and move on and usually don't go back to it.
Right now, I would say the most likely fic I would go back to and add something to is For Evermore. I think I gave it a proper ending and people still enjoyed it (I hope lol) but I think there’s still some room to add more if I want and I idk there’s something there that makes me want to go back to it one day. So yeah, I don't feel like I properly closed that chapter of my life like how I did with my other fics.
But the thing about any of my fics so far, is that with any of them I could see myself finding a way to go back to them to add more. I left that door open and it's possible with any of them.
So long story short: maybe😊 Thank you for reading my fic and for the interest!💙
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