#I loved GF I still love GF never stop loving GF

[aimfor-theheart]

write the ex gf vi mini skirt fanfic request and my life is YOURS

ANON YOUR LIFE IS MINE!!

wc: 1.9k bro what the hell

tags: i imagine this as a grad school au or a modern/non fantasy au. reader is femme/wears a skirt and is called 'princess'.

cw: suggestive. ex-girlfriend!vi but you're both still really into each other lol.

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the night is young and blue. you feel good—buzzing with a little excitement and confidence. the top you’re wearing clings to you in all the ways you love, fits right where you like it to, and your skirt is cropped all short with a little ruffled edge.

its sweet. coy. flirty.

you’re out with friends at some late night joint where the food is fried and the drinks are cold. the group is rather big—over spilling from one booth into the other where people come and go, flitting from one group to the other to chat and joke around. you're all around the pool table, where you and mel have started a game of pool against jayce and viktor.

you’re having a good night despite the fact that your ex-girlfriend is here.

vi is nursing a beer, lingering beside her sister—who keeps flitting around to socialize—and ekko. they're vaguely watching your game of pool.

unfortunately, the disadvantage of dating someone in your close group of friends, is that when you split up, she’s still at every event and night out.

you both said you’d play nice tonight.

and you have been. you haven’t snipped at each other. you haven’t ignored each other, either, but tonight—

you're feeling a little bold. looking for a little trouble (much to the frustration of all of your collective friends. ekko had promised he'd keep vi on a tight leash tonight but, well, that's no fun.

you're testing your luck.)

and maybe your skirt is getting a little short.

a peek of lacy panties never hurt anyone.

(maybe except for jayce, who regards you with sibling-like affection, and whose mortified when you bend over the edge of the pool table to line up the shot. your panties, dark beneath your skirt, peak out. his eyes go skyward. viktor snickers and mel pats his arm.)

you and mel are beating jayce and viktor in your game of pool. occasionally, ekko is ribbing the guys for losing. you watch as the balls clink together, rolling around, before coming to a gradual stop. it's your turn again.

"tough luck." vi says, "winning streak may be over, princess."

ekko elbows her for the petname.

it is a tough shot. it's a bad angle.

you give her this little sneer, but it's toothless—doesn't actually have a lot bite. "you forgetting i always kicked your ass in pool?"

"and who taught you how to play?" she says, quick and easy with it. she's grinning a little, too, and you're careful not to look at her too much. your heart still stutters a little despite it.

you huff and roll your eyes and respond with a bratty little, "jinx taught me better than you."

and then you take position at the end of the table, setting your hips against the wood and leaning forward on top of it, pool stick in hand as you line up the shot. and leaned over the table like this, your top low—cleavage spilling out against the felt green, you glance up at vi.

she's eyeing you dark and hungry, watching you through the thick bend of her lashes.

you swallow, focus back on the game.

you aim, pull back, and—

the white ball cracks against the wall and then against the midnight blue one, sending it careening into a nearby pocket.

you bounce up as everyone audibly reacts around you—mel cheering, jayce and viktor in awe. ekko laughing. jinx shouts in surprise. and vi curses a little.

“you see that?” you ask her, smile curling at your lips.

she takes a sip of her beer, “i saw it, hotshot. let’s see if you can do it again.”

“just makin’ sure your eyes were on the game.” you quip back and ekko coughs a little into his drink. you turn away from vi, before you can see the look on her face, but you can feel her eyes on you. burning.

you bite back a grin.

you set yourself up to take the next shot; there's only one ball left until you and mel can sink the eight ball. you press your hips into the pool table again and slowly lower yourself onto it.

behind you, you can almost feel vi's gaze, dark and heavy. your skirt rides up, revealing a peek of your panties—

black and surprisingly delicate, the lacy pattern intricate. and vi should know there's a little bow on the front of them.

she knows because she got them for you.

(something yawns open inside of vi, cavernous and wanting; a little wild and hungry. she thinks about coming up behind you, thinks about pulling your skirt down a little so no one else gets a peek, or plastering herself all over your back.

she thinks about bending you over the pool table and—)

you sink this ball into the pocket, too, on fire.

you bounce up, cheering, as the guys start to groan. ekko says, "that's a wrap, guys."

you miss the eight ball shot, but mel, on her next turn, easily ends the game. jayce and viktor owe you both another round of drinks.

and soon after, you're sipping on a mixed drink, too sweet and too strong. cloying. it sits on the back of your tongue.

you excuse yourself to the bathroom at some point when the liquor is hitting you a little more and you're flushed with warmth, giggly from your friends. and as you're drying your hands in the bathroom, alone, giving yourself a cursory check in the mirror, you hear the door open.

you pick your gaze up and in the mirror, you catch vi's eyes.

your stomach flips, a butterfly of nerves taking off inside you.

as she approaches, her form dark and broad—shrouding yours in the glass reflection as she nears, you turn over your shoulder to say, "what are you doing, vi?"

she cages you in against the sink, thick arms on either side of you. you feel the hard press of her belt, cold and metal, against the soft give of your body. your back is almost pressed to her chest. in the mirror, you watch her tongue swipe across her teeth. you trace the shape of her around your form—your own face, lips a little parted in surprise. hair tousled. the dark look in her eyes as she takes you in, too, takes in your reflection.

she smells familiar; soft, worn leather and amber. she feels familiar, too, having her around you again.

in the mirror, you catch her eyes.

your breath hitches a little and you force yourself to turn in her arms, to face her. you tip your chin up in that haughty little way that she used to love or hate. her eyes are hooded when you say, "vi—you can't be cornering me like this. we're not together anymore."

(it's a little coy around the edges. you play innocent well.)

you feel her knuckles against your thigh before you realize she's taken the edge of your skirt between finger and thumb. she rubs at the fabric a little, admiring it. her fingers are just underneath your skirt, just barely against your skin there. your head swims—you blame it on the drinks you had.

"then why are you wearing the underwear i bought you? that little, lacy black pair?"

you feel warmth hit your face, despite it all. you try to bite back, "and how would you know?

"think i wouldn't notice?" she asks, soft and husky, eyes clashing with yours, "hard to believe—the way you're acting in this little skirt, bending over in front of me, letting it ride up." you feel the back of her hand brush against your thigh. testing. trying.

"i don't know what you're talking about." you try to turn your nose up at her, looking away, but her other hand suddenly grabs your face. a little rough. a gasp is torn from you, even as she squeezes your lips into a little pout. you shudder as she presses into you harder. a little meaner. you fuss and squirm, trying to twist away, but she squeezes a little tighter.

bares down on you like a bad dog with a little bird in her mouth. pins you in place.

(vi rarely uses her strength on you, so much so that sometimes you forget—sometimes you're a little startled with the sudden flex of her muscles.

is the room spinning? heat swarms your face, your neck—down to your chest, hiccuping a little with breath. desire is a sharp, bright flicker inside you.)

"you know, if we were still dating, i wouldn't have let you prance around like this all night." vi says lowly and she's—she's got some sort of smile lurking in the corner of her mouth.

(a sort of wild amusement, watching you. watching your eyes blow wide and dark with lust, despite the way you try to fight her.)

"we're not—" you try to get out.

"i know," she says and it's almost just a hiss, a growl around the edges, her head dipping to your jaw, the corner of your throat. she angles your head away to give her room, to hold you in place. her lips don't connect with your neck, but your pulse jumps like she does, jumps like you want her to. "and ain't that a shame? i would've taken care of you already—pushed aside the panties i gave you and—"

the door to the bathroom suddenly shoves open.

in an instant, vi is gone, almost like she was never there in the first place. your chest heaves a little, warmth sitting high in your face as you grip the sink still, leaning against it. vi is a casual distance away now, leaning against the wall near the sinks, like she's waiting for you. like you were just talking. you have to take her in—the slight flush in her face, the fever-bright burst of her blue eyes, to know that she was affected at all.

someone else walks in, none the wiser. they head into a stall.

"you comin' home with me tonight?" vi asks, gaze searing, despite the way she keeps her voice casual. to anyone else, it might sound like a friend asking.

"vi—" you warn, as you finally gather your bearings enough to head towards the door. out of the bathroom. she's on your heels.

as you exit, and walk back towards your friends, she drops her hand to the back of your skirt. she tugs it down a little, so it sits lower on your thighs. you try to swat her away, but she catches your wrist, twists it a little to press it to your lower back. it doesn't really hurt—but you hiss and whine about it.

"let me go." you bite out.

her hand, wrapped tight around your wrist, falls away and you almost miss it. for a moment, she lingers near the edges of your skirt, around the curve of your thigh, before slipping away entirely.

she grins, slow and lopsided—sharp at the edges. and you'd know that smile anywhere on her; know how it tastes, how it feels against your thighs, or along the bend of your shoulder.

know it means trouble.

all you'd been looking for all night—in the bend of her smile.

"yeah, you're comin' home with me tonight, princess."

[sinbiis]

would you fall in love with me again?

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ husband!xavier x sick!queen!reader

⟢ synopsis : what happens when Xavier suddenly shows up back at the palace? will his Queen remember him? if so, would she forgive him for abandoning her all those years again? he swears that he left to find a cure, so please don’t hate him...

⟢ a/n : so.. this is actually my first, uhm, imagine? I'm a big Xavier girlie, and there are barely any stories about him ˙◠˙ so I figured, why not create one?? and pretend i'm the mc teehee so this is for all my Xavier gfs out there!! i see you 😚😚 I also blame the fuckin' song 'Would You Fall in Love With Me Again' my delusions make me act out the scenario pls stop, it's such a good song😩 i get too emotionally attached to songs, it's a curse

⟢warnings : small angst, mentions of death, sad ˙◠˙

⟢ w.c : 1.8k

©sinbiis, likes and reblogs are appreciated!

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“Y/N!”

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That voice..! 

The palace doors swung open, revealing a face you never thought you’d see again. From a distance, his silhouette was unmistakable—a figure once loved, now deemed a traitor to his homeland. His beautiful paintings had once adorned the walls of your bedroom, each stroke a memory of what had been. The shock rooted you to the spot, your breath catching as your tearful gaze fell on the man you once loved. With his disheveled hair and shaky breath, he took a couple of steps forward before the guards stopped him. His disheveled hair clung to his forehead, and his breath came in shallow, labored gasps. He took a few tentative steps forward, but the guards were quick to block his path. “Halt!” one barked, his spear held steady against Xavier’s neck, the other aimed squarely at his abdomen.

Xavier remained still, his eyes hard and unyielding, his hand never straying far from the hilt of his blade. He wasn’t here for a fight—but the fire in his gaze was enough to make the officers hesitate. His glare lingered, cutting through the tension as he stared down the men who dared to stand in his way. They would not keep him from you.

Your legs trembled, barely able to support your weight, and with a shaky breath, you collapsed to your knees, your palms pressing against the cool marble floor for stability. Thoughts raced through your mind, a whirlwind of confusion, trying desperately to make sense of it all—why he was back. But despite the chaos in your mind, one thing was painfully clear: Xavier was home.

You pushed yourself back to your feet, each step unsteady as your heels echoed on the marble. You rushed down the stairs, heart pounding in your chest, only to slow as you reached the bottom. There, at a distance, you stopped, your hand instinctively pressing against your chest. Each hesitant step forward made the gap between you both feel insurmountable. He was so close, yet you couldn’t bridge the distance. The ache in your chest grew unbearable. You felt the tears well up, mascara beginning to streak down your face, but you didn’t care. Not now.

“...Is it you?” Your voice was barely a whisper, cracking under the weight of so many unanswered questions. Xavier’s heart twisted at the sound of your pain. He never wanted this for you—never wanted to be the source of your sorrow. Yet here he was, a stranger in your eyes, the cause of all your hurt.

You took another step, but your body faltered, frozen by the depth of the moment. Your heart fought against the overwhelming need to close the distance, but something held you back.

 No matter how much you longed to be in his arms, to finally feel his warmth after all these years, you have to remember. He abandoned you. He left you. You remember clear as day that one moment that forever changed your feelings. Your feelings for your husband. That day would forever be etched into your heart.

My star has left me, and this time... He will not return.

At least, that's what you continued to tell yourself as the years passed. But here he was. So close. 

Xavier remained in place, hesitant to take another step closer. He wanted you to come to him on your own accord. He wouldn’t rush you. But God, did he long to hold you.. “Your Majesty, please… let me hold you, please,” Xavier pleaded, sheathing his sword before taking a step closer. “Don’t take another step-!” One guard shouts, about to use the rear end of the spear on Xavier’s abdomen before a faint “stop” is heard. “B, But your Majesty-” the other guard states, hesitant to lower his weapon away from Xavier’s neck. “Please leave, everyone.” The Queen ordered, making her way towards the two guards and her lover. 

“But-”

“Now.”

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The grand doors slammed shut behind the final guard, leaving you alone with Xavier. Despite the sudden urge to approach him, your fear kept you rooted to the spot. Sensing your anxiety, Xavier started to move towards you, but before he could take a single step, your hand connected with his cheek. The stinging sensation left him dumbfounded; his head still turned away as realization set in. Your raised hand and tear-filled, furrowed brows revealed the anger and hurt coursing through you. Just as you were about to land another blow, his hand intercepted yours before he pulled you into his embrace. Your clenched fists pressed against his chest, trying your best to take your anger out on him. But you just couldn’t, not when you were sobbing against his chest. “I-Is it really you, my love?” A gentle, shaky hand was gently pressed against his cheek, and in that moment, everything felt real. Xavier leaned into your touch, a gentle kiss pressed against your palm before he kissed the back of your hand. 

“It’s me, my star. I have returned to you.” Everything still felt like a dream. A cruel dream, truly. Knowing that when you would awaken, he’d disappear. But this was real. The air felt thicker around the two; some tension remained in the air, but mainly on your part. Despite having Xavier in front of you, your heart still ached at the sight of him. “You look different..” You start, trailing your fingertips across his pale face. His frame looked smaller; his eyes lacked the usual shine he once carried. “Were you the only one to return?” Xavier’s hands trailed down your waist before settling on your hips. He leaned closer, his forehead pressed against yours as his soft voice spoke, “I know that you’ve been waiting, my star. I know, and I’m so s-sorry.” Xavier was usually able to keep his composure during tough situations, but this time was different. He couldn’t bring himself to answer your question. He couldn’t tell you what he had done. 

“We weren’t able to find a cure—” His voice faltered, his grip tightening on the soft fabric of your dress. “I… I left to find one, and I failed.” His head dropped, resting heavily on your shoulder as you remained still, your hands gently wrapping around his forearms. “I left you to rule over Philos alone.” His tears soaked through your dress, each drop a reminder of his pain, and it was enough to pull you from your daze. Your brows furrowed, and your grip tightened before you slowly pulled back from his embrace. “Why have you returned? After all these years, you suddenly feel the need to return home.” His eyes were desperate, searching yours as if begging to understand why he did this. 

His hands dropped to his sides as he saw the way you flinched at his touch. The silence between you was thick, suffocating, and he could feel the years of distance pressing in from all sides. He had expected this—expected the coldness, the anger, the betrayal—but knowing it and facing it were two entirely different things. “I don’t expect you to forgive me,” he said quietly, his voice steady despite the tremor in his chest. “Not after everything I’ve put you through. I left you here, alone, knowing you were getting weaker, knowing you were fighting to stay alive without me, without anyone. But I thought... I thought if I could just find a cure if I could save you—”

“You didn’t,” you interrupted, your voice soft but sharp. There was no malice, only truth. The years taught you to guard your heart and mask the pain. But his return, his apology, shattered that careful facade. “You didn’t need to find a cure, Xavier.” Your chest tightened, the familiar ache in your heart pulsing, reminding you of what you’d already known: you couldn’t hold onto hope anymore. Hope that he would come back, hope that you’d be saved. “I know what’s to happen, and I’ve accepted it.” Your hands reach out to gently clasp his, giving them a gentle squeeze as your eyes lock onto one another, “I need you to accept it, too.”

“I can’t accept it! I don’t want to accept it, not again..” Xavier cries out, his hand grasping the purple tassel that lay against his clothing. His grasp was shaky as he tried to calm himself down, thinking about the inevitable fate you’d meet.. He couldn’t keep doing this. “I don’t want to lose you, my star.” Taking a small step forward, your body followed and moved forward, your arms wrapping around your lover's torso, face pressed against his chest. “Xavier,” your soft voice slightly muffled, you took a deep breath in before releasing a shaky sigh, “no matter what happens, I’ll always be with you, okay?” You pull back slightly, tilting your head upwards so he can meet your teary gaze. “No matter what happens, I’ll always be your wife, and you’ll always be my husband.” 

For a long moment, he just stared at you, as though waiting for you to take it all back, as though somehow, you might soften the truth with a word, a gesture, something that would take the sting out of it. But you didn’t. You stood there, steady in your resolve, your eyes filled with the quiet certainty of someone who had already gone through the process of grieving—and now, only needed to accept.

The tension in the air was palpable, the silence heavy with the weight of what was unsaid. He opened his mouth, closed it again, and took a shaky step back. His chest rose and fell with each breath, the denial cracking, splintering, until it was no longer something he could hold onto. “You’re right,” he whispered, the words sounding foreign on his tongue. He shook his head as if trying to shake off the truth, but it stuck to him like a weight he couldn’t shake. “I… I kept thinking there was more time. That I could find something. But… no matter what happens, you’ll always be my wife, and I’ll always be your husband.”

A part of him didn’t want to come to terms with what was going to happen. Once you pass, Philos will no longer prosper, but at least you’ll be at peace.

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You’ll be at peace, but he couldn’t accept that. Not as he stared at your commemorative statue that sat outside the palace. Your beautiful smile forever engraved into marble. Your plaque reading; ‘Queen Y/N of Philos. Radiant, beautiful, intelligent. Thank you, you will forever be missed.’

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©sinbiis2025

[noihavenosanitythanksforasking]

thinking about how milevens tend to assume that bylers want mileven to break up just because we want byler to happen.

no love

wanting byler to be canon and wanting mileven to break up are two separate wants.

Mike and El have their own story outside of will. Even if Mike wasn't queer and Will wasnt around this story would still be their story. Will may be a character in their story but the story is still about mike and el. Mike and Els story line is the marriage of the two of their two individual character arcs.

El's story arc is based around the fact that she was abused as a child and was dehumanized to an extreme level that no child should ever experience. She does not have an identity of her own. She wasn't raised to even expect to have one in the first place. Her story is learning to be able to her own person. To just be herself and learning who that person is.

When she met mike she created an identity around him. and identity of being the super powered mage who saved the day. that was El. then she became mikes gf and suddenly she was now "mikes gf". It wasnt until she met max that someone actually tells her that she is allowed to be her own person. "theres more to life than stupid boys" "what feels right" before Max she was just existing trying to play a role of what she was supposed to be rather than figuring out who she was or who she wanted to be. What she wanted. El is not raised to have wants. El was raised to be a weapon, a lab rat, a tool that does what they are told.

When this story intersects with a story arc like Mike has you get the disaster that is Mileven.

Mikes story arc is actually very similar. Mike is a very codependent person. He wants to feel needed. he wants to feel useful. If he doesnt have a use to someone he thinks he must be a waste of space. Mike doesnt know who he is outside of other people. He has never explored what he wants for himself. He is for other people. As a codependent person myself i can relate to this a lot. It can be hard to know what YOU want for yourself, outside of people you care about. Mike puts his loved ones before himself so much to the fact that it tends to get him into trouble more often than not. The issue with being codependent is that you become almost blind to who YOU are and what YOU need. you suppress your emotions for other people and these emotions only tend to surface when you realize that holy shit. i cant do anything here. This is the situation mike is finding himself in during season 4 and continuing into season 5. there is nothing he can do anymore. it is clear that him putting el above his own feelings and giving her what she wants in his attempt to help is not working. In fact its HURTING his relationship with el. Now mike doesnt know what to do. so he's drifting. El was his trauma partner. when things get too hard and too confusing he retreats into "el mode" where his only thought is what El needs. This is not a healthy mindset AT ALL. no matter how much the media romanticizes that sort of thing. IT IS NOT HEALTHY. you cant live like that. but now El has communicated "i dont want that. stop lying and get your shit together".

so mike is stuck. and el is stuck.

because theirs is a coming of age story. however not all coming of age stories are romantic. Mike and El cannot communicate with each other. they are both selfishly selfless in the way they treat each other.

I am going to be who you want me to be because i think thats what you want and it makes me feel secure.

this is not something you want in a relationship. a relationship is based on trust and vulnerability. being able to be youre rawest and truest form of yourself for another person. and feeling seen and loved despite it.

this is not present AT ALL in mileven as a couple. they are both discovering who they are still and are not space to be doing that in a relationship where they feel the need to hide themselves from each other. you cant find yourself that way.

wow look how much nuance i pulled from mike and el without mentioning will once. wow its almost like will is not the reason their relationship is failing

[bennyboyfics]

Cozy || Ben Shelton x gf!reader

Summary: Just you supporting your boyfriend during his match :)

Wc: 960

Warnings: none

MASTERLIST

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“Is that right?” Ben murmurs, his deep, teasing voice sending a shiver down your spine. His signature smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he glanced down at you, his eyes full of playful mischief. You couldn’t help but giggle, nudging him lightly with your shoulder as the two of you strolled through the brightly lit player tunnels of Rod Laver Arena.

The sound of your sneakers echoed softly against the sleek flooring, mingling with the distant hum of activity from the courts. Your arm was wrapped snugly around his waist, your fingers brushing against the smooth fabric of his training gear. In contrast, his muscular arm hung casually over your shoulders, holding you close, as if keeping you tethered to him. You felt dwarfed by the oversized hoodie of his you were wearing, the sleeves comically long but perfectly comforting.

“Uh-huh, I’m telling the truth, babe, I swear!” you teased, your voice full of mock seriousness as you tilted your head up to look at him. He chuckled, the sound deep and rich, shaking his head slightly. “Whatever you say,” he replied, clearly unconvinced, though his smirk never faltered. As the two of you approached the training rooms, Ben stopped to set his bag on the ground, the weight of it making a soft thud.

His hand slid from your shoulder, and before you could fully step away, he gave your bum a light tap. “Ben!” you yelped, laughing as heat rushed to your cheeks. You swatted at him half-heartedly, but he only grinned wider, clearly enjoying himself. “Just a little motivation,” he quipped, winking as you walked toward the bench along the edge of the room, your laughter trailing behind you.

You plopped down into the chair, tucking your legs beneath you as you watched Ben. He’d already begun pulling on his training shirt, the fabric clinging to his broad shoulders and toned frame. You couldn’t help but admire him, your gaze lingering a little too long. His dad, Bryan Shelton, appeared moments later, his clipboard in hand, ready to coach his son.

They exchanged a few words you couldn’t quite make out, but you smiled to yourself at how easy their dynamic seemed—supportive, respectful, and full of trust. Ben turned back to you briefly, catching your gaze with a soft smile. “Stay comfy, yeah? I’ll be done in no time,” he said, his tone gentle and affectionate. “Take your time. I love watching you,” you replied, your voice warm, leaning back in the chair as you pulled Ben’s hoodie tighter around you.

~

During the match, you sat in Ben’s player box, the excitement coursing through your veins as you watched him dominate the court. Every point he scored had you on the edge of your seat, your fists clenched in anticipation before you shot them into the air in celebration. Ben’s focus was unmatched, but without fail, he glanced up at his player box after every crucial point.

Each time his eyes met yours, a subtle smirk tugged at his lips, and it felt like a private exchange, even in the midst of the roaring crowd. By the time the final set rolled around, the energy in the arena was electric. The crowd erupted in cheers as Ben secured match point, his opponent unable to return the blistering serve. Victory was his, and it was no surprise to you. You shot out of your seat, clapping and cheering alongside his dad, Bryan, both of you beaming with pride.

The camera panned to the player box, capturing your elation and Bryan’s steady applause, the two of you radiating support for the man who had just put on a phenomenal performance. As the post-match interview began, you remained standing, the adrenaline still coursing through your body. Ben, now slightly sweat-soaked but still effortlessly charismatic, held the microphone as he thanked the crowd and his team.

Then, his gaze shifted across the court, locking onto you in the player box. “I also wanna thank my gorgeous girlfriend,” he said, his smile warm and affectionate as his voice echoed through the stadium. “She’s always so, so supportive of me, no matter what. So, thank you, baby, and I love you.” The crowd erupted into a chorus of “aww’s” and cheers, the sentiment washing over you like a wave. Heat rushed to your cheeks as you blushed deeply, unable to stop the giggle that bubbled up from your chest.

You brought your hands to your face for a moment before blowing him a kiss, your lips curling into a wide smile. Ben grinned, catching your kiss dramatically with his hand and pressing it to his chest, making the crowd cheer even louder. It was a sweet, unguarded moment, one that highlighted the deep affection between the two of you.

You couldn’t help but shake your head slightly, your heart swelling with pride and love. This wasn’t just Ben Shelton, the tennis star who had the crowd in the palm of his hand. This was Ben—your Ben—showering you with love and making you feel like the most important person in the arena, even with thousands of eyes watching.

[elliesglock]

can u break down the drew/pookie live!!!!

this live to me is something elseeeeeeee entirely. like they're so sneaky yet so obvious. and yes a lot of the stuff in this breakdown will only be speculation because it's what you hear and think happens. however i'm still gonna give the people what they want!

first and foremost, paige was on a MISSION trying to find some food for azzi. here she go fucking up drews order trying to find somewhere for azzi. and a sitting there munching on her chips not a care in the world. she knows she's the princess and she will never be dethroned sorry! also my gentlewoman p agenda runs heavy in the roots of this live. like literally built off the back of it besides the us open. p just tryna be a good gf and making sure az eats and also gets exactly what she wants, just sweet and cute ugh paige when will u stop being gay ☹️ also i think they're trying to order from cava cause i think azzi says it and they're talking about which rice to get and meat and stuff. just a little tidbit.

a few quotes from this live that i hear that really stuck out to me....

"you coming to the game?" "no 😚" "then why didn't you answer that when i texted you 😒?"

p....deep breaths. that to me felt sooooo paige like ofc she'd be on azzi's ass about messaging her back. it felt so domestic to me, and the hint of irritation in p's voice although not serious is just so telling. she wants her girl to text her back and she's gonna pout about it btw. even though paige is a dnd warrior. and the way azzi's not taking her serious at all. eeeyuppppp their dynamic. their banter. yall just wouldn't get it. also drew mutes them way too fast after paige talks abt the text, sounds like there was some girlfriends bickering in drew's hotel room but im not gonna name names. i think ice told him to mute.

"you coming to uconn?" "you tryna see me?"

just another example of shithead p with that shithead smirk i know she has on her face when she says this. but you already know she was looking at azzi with the biggest heart doe eyes you've literally ever seen.

okay just wanted to put those there.

now let's break down some moments....

we're gonna start off with one of my theories. at about 12:41 in the video i attached ice is teasing azzi about her chips being stale. they bicker and eventually az chews obnoxiously on the chip to show ice. it sounds like paige says "babe! relax." to azzi. they laugh and kinda move on. so it might not be anything if they move on so quickly but i just wanted to put it out there in case you wanted to spy for it. i think p also just let's babe slip out for az sometimes cause it can be viewed as friendly. unfortunately they can't be friendly to save their lives so.

we're gonna address the elephant in the room. here are my guesses. there's 2 kisses. now walk with me. ice is talking about the edgar's she sees on tik tok (no questions on that rn pls) and p and a are talking about az coming down to uconn to see p. they chat and at the end paige says "im gonna end my order". and at 14:54 there's def an interesting sound that sounds oddly like a kiss. from drew's reaction, and to me this is probably the most likely to be a kiss in the live. drew get the damn angles right and show ice i need to see her face. drew looks at ice with this face that all of uconn has when pazzi flirts on main, just a grin that screams "over it". they tired of it frl. it gets super quiet and i think p/a are just kinda standing with each other before leaving. hugging and holding each other. obviously you can tell the energy has shifted and i think drew and ice know to kinda give them privacy and just keep quiet. i always find it so admirable how people around them respect them so much, they can feel the love from them and know it's so real for them and it means the world to both of them just to be in the other's presence. even if it's cringey pda. i just love it. okay sorry back to real stuff.

15:02 in the video is where you can possibly hear p saying "i love you most" to azzi. i died dropped dead on the floor im never getting back up again. whole life over. WHAT HAVE I BEEN HARPING FOR SO LONGGGGG! lover girl p! it sounds so familiar to paige. like it's something she wants azzi to know everyday and does say to her everyday. to paige, loving her girl is easy like breathing, and she wants azzi to know that. and i know it's just a simple i love you but that was my takeaway from it. also knowing p and knowing them....ugh. progressssss. they're something special fr. enough of that actually before i start sobbing into my phone. another kiss i believe. debate me on that one if you want it sounds like one to me.

p & a are kinda whispering about something. there's a certain tone that just kinda leaves a lot to be speculated and imagined. i can't pick up what they're saying, azzi sounds sorta pouty who knows for what. probs about food or p being a simp. ice and drew give another look to each other. drew leave ur big sis alone she's having a moment 😭😭. he shows comments to ice about the edgars she was talking about before p tells him to get off live.

and that's all folks..most of this sounds like lunatic talk but hey y'all are still here with me so. drew better lock in at their wedding that's all i'm gonna say

[aphrodite1288]

Hello

This is the link to Kyungsoo's talk for the Naver article. There are some answers that I want to know the truth about now. Please answer.

Save me from my mental confusion. We've been in a drought for two years now and there's been no news from Kaisu, so Kyungsoo's answers in this article have me confused. And I can only tell you because you've said some things in the past.

Now if you could clarify. Please.🥺🙏🏼

https://m.entertain.naver.com/article/609/0000944946?s=09

A brief translation of Kyungsoo's words

He continued by saying about Yujun falling in love so recklessly, "I personally haven't experienced such serious love. In the true sense, Yujun can't think of anything else but love."

They asked how you created this sense of drama. He said, "I used to date in high school myself, and I got some advice from people around me, and I looked closely at what those who were dating were doing."

They asked him if he would like to have a girlfriend publicly like Hyung-Gat and go on a date. He said no, it's not the time now. The time will come eventually, but not now.

I don't understand why y'all take interviews as sacred bible it's just questions and answers they agreed upon with his company management and they're scripted. Everything is scripted the whole interview and the answers and the Questions. So pls chill.

He won't go and say on national TV interview oh ! Yes I've been in deep love with my partner and I love him so much and he is my band member??!! Even if it was a girl he won't say it. Because that would project the spotlight on him and sasaengs would wanna follow him everywhere to know who's his ex or current lover.

Let alone he will be constantly teased and asked about the topic nonstop on shows and Mcees in Korea are kinda consistent and insisting and want more views by creating drama and asking very viral and delicate scandalous questions. They won't stop bothering him with the same question in all shows for years!

Look at how they're still asking him about his debut stuff and his astigmatism issue that he fixed 10000 years ago. They're just boring and cringe and want content so he ain't giving them that, he won't open that door for them. It's just gonna bring him trouble.

The high school Gf was a scripted scenario that the company SM gave him to tell in debut to build his straight image and every idol needs a relevant moving very emotional love story or a life story in general from the past especially if they're rumored to be gay and the company needs to end those speculations and try and build him a straight image.

Also you can ask everyone here how his "Ex GF from highschool" story is SO INCONSISTENT!

Like in debut he said it was a very sad love story he was broken heart and hurt and he was so jealous that he ruined their relationship it was all because of his excessive jealousy.

Then in 2018 he goes and says that his love story from highschool was the best thing that ever happened to him and it was a very beautiful "HAPPY" experience and that he never felt this kind of love ever.

And now in 2025 he's saying he Never had such serious Love ????

I think you can add one to one and connect the dots you'll get it.

It's a script.

[randomuzerthelozer]

I can't be the only one who thoguht of this

Link to og Tad Strange fanart:

[angelmush]

tis the season !

[massivementalitynut]

My Birthday Couple Comm from @iwanttobeaseme

[capricioussun]

ohhh glitchfell???

Glitchfell!!! It's funny you mention that specifically, because originally it had just been to separate Dos specifically, but I've actually been developing it on its own on the back burner...

Dos is still sort of the star of the show, since, well, he’s the reason it's glitchfell. Dos is [REDACTED]. However, his creator made a fatal flaw when trying to fix a previous mistake and it completely fucked Dos' code. At first, it was just minor glitching and stat instability. But as he got older, and the attempts to fix the mistake only continued making it worse (sort of), by the time he was a young teen, the glitching was causing problems in the Main Code, so when a particularly bad episode hit, he unintentionally collapsed the timeline and threw himself to a "neighboring" au.

...or so he thought (and how I'd initially written it lol).

But I've been working with, at least an alternate "timeline", where the au didn't actually collapse when Dos was thrown. Rather, it became corrupted. It wasn't too bad at first, more like Glitchedswap, where there were new tics here and there, but things could continue on as normal.

Unfortunately though, a tree cannot grow from a severely damaged trunk. At least not well. The damage was done, and as time went on, the corruptions only continuously worsened. There's a good likelihood it would have collapsed on its own by the time Dos met Void, there's just no way an au like that could sustain itself after a point, but it's incredibly interesting to think about how far it could've fallen before that point, and if it's possible anyone from it could've been saved before then...

Or if anyone would've put them out of their misery before it got so bad.

[poppyseed799]

I wonder how different my feelings on Drew would be if there wasn’t that freaking spare laptop scene

[raspberrybesitos]

can’t. stop. making. gifts. for. my. gf. 😣

i’m on project number 3 while 1 and 2 dry 🏃‍♀️

[whatsthisascianbullshit]

Cupping your partner's face in your hand before kissing them 💜

An old prompt but I'm getting back into writing and tackling the ask hoarde I've collected over the last (checks date) uhh year and a bit úps

Please enjoy some wolchefant

Muireann burst into the doors, her eyes darted around the room for the tell tale blue of the turncoat Crystal Braves before she lowered her grimoire. Her carbuncle bounded out of its hiding place in her winter robe, weaving between her legs as she approached Haurchefant’s desk. There was something off about her. Her breath too quick, her eyes too frantic, and a tremor in her entire body that was different to the shaking when the chill cut through her.

“Muireann, my dear, whatever happened?”

“B-bad. I’ was too m-mu-uch.”

“Let’s get you somewhere warmer.” He quickly ushered her into the antechamber excusing the guard inside the door.

“Now then, let’s get this damp coat off you so you can – ” Haurchefant stopped easing the coat from her shoulders when he saw the dim purple-white light coming from her back. The delicate fractal wings had snaked their way up over her shoulders and partway up her neck, crackling levin still dancing under her skin.

“Muireann…should I be concerned that you’re glowing?” Haurchefant’s tone was measured, not entirely devoid of his usual cheery tone but there was a stiffness to it.

“’s Ram-mu-muh. I couldn’t – he’s next on the list. But I couldn’t sum-um-mon an egi. We had everything right! I even snuck into the Sylphlands to make sure I had the requisite aether before heading to Mor-r Dhona…it’s never…it’s never not worked before. I did everything right!”

Her voice was stopping and starting with the pulses of levin under her skin – he could feel it under his fingertips – just how much lightning aether had she taken in that it was affecting her this badly even after expelling some of it? He was suddenly very relieved that she had maintained composure until they were alone – with her battle against Shiva well known, it would not do to have her seen to be open to manipulation of any sort by the primals she had slain.

It was proving difficult to secure the requisite paperwork for the four remaining Scions with the accusations of regicide. If one of their biggest claims in their favour were to be twisted into an accusation of heresy? Haurchefant squeezed Muireann close against his chest. It would not do to think of it.

She latched onto him, taking steadying breaths to bring her vibrating body back fully under her control, “I did everything right…and it still didn’t work. If I can’t do this, Haurchefant, what if – ”

He gently cut her worries short by cupping her face in his hands. He could feel the crackle of levin at his fingertips even through the leather of his gauntlets.

“My dear, I have every confidence that you will find the solutions – as you have always done. And with such staunch allies as these researchers you’ve described I pity any who would cross you once you have resolved your current predicament.”

“If the Archbishop doesn’t hurry up and stamp or sign whatever papers are outstanding he just might jump to the top of the list.”

“That, my darling, is the exact kind of rumour-starting threat that could delay this whole ordeal even further. Much as I would not object to you staying here longer for entirely selfish reasons, it is much safer in Ishgard proper.” Haurchefant punctuated the sentence by gently kissing her forehead.

“I don’t do threats, dear, only promises.”

Non-verbal love prompts

[silverselfshippingchaos]

a really big chunk of my ship tags are just titles of songs that I happen to like (if you can tell what they are, you get a gold star!)

but that also means that every now and then, a certain song will come on and I'll be hit with the strongest wave of just. Feels.

(some spoilers for M.onster in the tags btw)

[futuristictheoristcowboy]

i think its funny that in good omens some 11 year old swearing technically did more in stopping Armageddon successfully than the demon and angel main characters who spent the entire series trying to stop the end of the world. like girl, they didn't even get trialed for saving the earth, they got put on trial for being gay with each other really

[captainsantiagos]

Just because something doesn’t end up being romantic love, does NOT mean it isn’t still love. Love exists in many forms.