#I really just need some people to talk to to help me work this out but I'm also so desperate not to spoil things for most of my audience.

[pagesfromthevoid]

Future Fest | b. f.

Bob Floyd x teacher!reader

High school recruitment isn’t usually on the short list of things to do during the day, but it is today.

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: None

Author's Note: I don't even know what possessed me but here I am. Also, the feral things the students say in this are actual quotes from my actual students.

Masterlist | Talk to Me! | AO3

She really needs to learn how to say “no” when people ask her to do things at work.

It’s a bad habit –a combination of the incessant need to be liked by everyone and genuinely caring about what the students would want–that she just can’t seem to break. 

Today, it’s Future Fest. The very first event of the year where any student sixteen and older can ditch their regularly scheduled classes and come down to the gym to talk to different college representatives, explore career choices, and interact with military recruiters. About 75% of those students are there to actually get an idea about what they want to do after high school –that other 25% are there to get out of class.

Not that she blames them, of course. She probably would have done the same thing if this had been a thing when she was in school. 

The college and career counselor at the school had asked her to help out, since most of her students had signed up to go anyway (and unfortunately for those who didn’t, they got to go anyway because of her). It’s all hands on deck when it comes to these sorts of events, just to ensure that things go smoothly and none of the kids act like fools. Plus, she’s getting paid for “covering” a class three periods in a row –not a lot, but it’s certainly better than nothing. 

Her task is to just walk the aisles and keep an eye on things. Talk to some of the representatives, thank them for coming to the school, encourage kids to talk to them too. It’s easy enough, and she jokes with many of the representatives that she’s getting her steps in today.

“Miss!” One of her students practically screams, running up to her and grabbing her arm. A gaggle of sophomore girls are trailing behind, carrying pamphlets for the Navy. “Have you seen the military guys?”

She peers over the heads of the students, towards the back of the gym, where the recruiters are. She can sort of make out their faces, but she’s not truly all that interested.

“I haven’t made my way over there yet,” she offers, pulling her arm free from the girl. “Why?”

“They’re hot.”

“You know, normal teenagers don’t tell their teachers when they find people hot,” she points out, rolling her eyes.

She’s suddenly surrounded by teenage girls, and she wishes for a moment that the kids didn’t like her half as much as they did. Boundaries are important, and teenagers have no idea how they work. They tell her things she truly does not want or need to know –though it’s a double edged sword. For all the weird, practically feral comments they make, they tell her things that are important to know. How their lives at home are, if they need help, if they’re struggling. She reminds them that she loves them, but they need to remember they’re not friends.

“Yeah but we’re not normal and you’re our mom, so like…it’s fine.”

They call her the school mom, which is…better than being their friend, she supposes.

The girls are insisting she go and talk to the recruiters, or at least look at them, so she throws her hands up and heads over. But she tells the girls they have to talk to three college representatives if she does that –they agree quickly and hurry off, though they’re watching to make sure she actually goes over there.

Rolling her eyes, she holds her hands behind her back and strolls down the aisle until she sees the banner for the Navy –then below it, a sign advertising the United States Navy Strike Fighter Tactics Instructor Program. She thinks that’s a mouthful, though also knows the program is highly sought after by many of the students at the school. Being the closest high school to the naval air base will do that, though.

As she approaches, she can hear two of her students talking to the recruiters –one tall, blonde and holding a helmet that’s labelled “Hangman.” He’s confident, and he’s cute (she’ll give him that much), but she doesn’t particularly like how he’s talking to the boys in front of him. Beside him is another pilot, she assumes, since she’s wearing her flight suit and the helmet in front of her says “Phoenix.” She’s trying to cut in, but Hangman seems to be more interested in bragging than anything else. She catches the tail end of their conversation, something about their call signs and what they are. 

Beside Phoenix, however, is someone who looks too sweet to be in the military. He’s talking to a junior, showing him something on a tablet that looks like blueprints. But he’s smiling ear to ear, seemingly enjoying whatever he’s talking about. His glasses are slipping down the bridge of his nose, but he’s too caught up talking to the student to notice. 

He, she thinks, is cute. And he’s nice to the students, which is important to her.

She steps around the student, standing to the side as she waits for them to finish up. From this angle, she catches the name on his tag –Floyd –and makes a mental note. However, it’s Hangman who finishes up first, and approaches with an award-winning (and cocky) smile.

“Well hello there,” he offers, extending his hand. “Lieutenant Jake Seresin, at your service.”

She takes his hand politely, shaking it, and introducing herself. “Nice to meet you, lieutenant. I was just stopping over to thank you guys for coming out. It means so much to the school.”

His colleague Phoenix, extends her hand next, smiling as well. “Lieutenant Natasha Trace. It’s not a problem –we love coming out and doing stuff like this.”

“So you’re all pilots?” She asks, motioning towards their helmets. 

“Me and Phoenix are –Bob over there is a Weapons System Officer,” Lieutenant Seresin explains, though he’s smirking some as Natasha –Phoenix –elbows Bob to get his attention. 

Bob looks up, as if suddenly realizing she’s not a student and she’s an adult, and he turns a bit pink in the ears as he sets down his tablet.

“I’m sorry about that, ma’am,” he offers, then extends his hand to her. “Lieutenant Robert Floyd, though most people just call me Bob.”

She takes his hand and offers a real smile –not that she wasn’t smiling properly to his colleagues, but Bob seems sweet and it's hard not to offer him a proper one. She reintroduces herself one more time.

“It’s a pleasure –like I was saying, I just wanted to thank you guys for coming out and doing this. Future Fest is our big thing and the kids really love it. Having you guys join us is a big deal.”

“Oh, I love doing stuff like this,” Bob offers, and the smile on his face just hasn’t gone away.

She’s a bit distracted, caught up in just how genuinely interested he seems to be in the whole thing. Most people aren’t terribly excited to spend their day talking to high schoolers –but Bob actually seems to mean it. And she appreciates that, because she’s someone who also enjoys working with the students (though it would be a shame if she didn’t, given she’s a teacher). It helps that he’s got the prettiest blue eyes she’s ever seen, and he’s got some sort of accent that she can’t place but it’s nice to hear. 

Was it weird to flirt at school? She vaguely remembers her mom saying they used to flirt with the firemen when they came to her school, so it can’t be terribly inappropriate. It’s not like she’s doing anything lewd –she’s just talking. And smiling. 

“So what does a Weapons System Officer do, Lieutenant Floyd?” She asks, both because she’s interested and because she wants to keep hearing him talk. 

“Here we go,” Hangman says, rolling his eyes but Phoenix elbows him as they turn their attention to a student who approaches.

Bob beams at the chance to explain, taking up the tablet again and holding it out to her. “So WSO’s –that’s what I do –are responsible for manning the weapon systems of the F/A-18F Super Hornet strike fighter from that jet's aft seat. That’s just the back,” he explains, pointing to where he must be stationed when he’s in the plane. “Depending on the mission, when designated as the mission commander, I’m the one responsible for all phases of the assigned mission, especially if there are multiple aircraft involved.”

“So you’re in charge?” She asks, leaning against the table and zooming in on the inside of the plane. Though truthfully, she has no idea what she’s looking at. It’s just a lot of buttons and numbers she doesn’t quite understand. She’s certain, however, if she asked, he would explain it step by step to her.

“Like I said, it depends on the mission,” he offers, pulling the tablet back in front of him to show her something else. 

She must be staring, because from a few feet away, she hears her name being called, a handful of giggles and then,

“Ooh, miss! Get it!”

She blushes. Bob blushes. Hangman and Phoenix are paying attention suddenly and laughing.

“Savannah Johnson, you absolute menace,” she scolds, standing up straight. She turns to Bob, smiling sheepishly. “I’m sorry about that, Lieutenant Floyd. You’ll have to excuse me; I need to go remind the kids that they can’t be unhinged in mixed company.”

“Only in mixed company?” He jokes, but the blush has spread from his cheeks down his neck.

“I keep a running list of all the things they say in class all year,” she offers with a laugh, and she’s very aware that she’s being watched now but can’t help it.

“I’d love to see it,” he says and she really can’t help it now as she picks up a business card with his name on it.

“This your cell phone or your work phone?” She asks, holding it up in front of him. 

Bob swallows hard and shakes his head, but takes the card from her and a pen from his shirt pocket. He scribbles his number on the back and hands it back to her, almost timidly.

“I’ll send you a few when I go to lunch; then you can decide if you want the whole list.”

“Sounds great, miss.”

She turns on her heel to walk away, feeling the heat rising to her cheeks, as her students practically scream at her. She shoos them away, telling them they need to act better if they’re in public. 

The bell rings for lunch, and she’s waiting for the students to exit the gym, when he approaches her this time. She turns and smiles when she sees Bob, standing just a few inches taller than her, with a shy grin on his face. 

“Sorry to bother you, miss. I was just…,” He hesitates but she just smiles, waiting. “I was just wondering if you would like to have lunch with me? Phoenix and Hangman went off campus, but I brought my lunch.”

She bites her lip and nods some. “That sounds nice, actually. I usually eat in my classroom, if you want to go up there with me.”

She’d have to tell her velcro kids they need to go elsewhere today, but they would understand. Or they’d sit outside the door –either way. Bob nods and they make easy conversation as she leads him through the hallways of the school. She explains little things that he asks about –murals, artwork on display, awards. Everything he asks is tinged with actual interest and it makes her heart pound. 

There’s four or five kids sitting outside her door when they get upstairs, and they all look up at her in confusion as she opens the door. Bob waves at them politely.

“Sorry guys –I have a guest today,” she explains, though she still motions them inside. “Grab a snack and off you go.”

They huff and puff but grab whatever they need from a drawer at the front of the room, then leave with a flurry of goodbyes and thank you’s. Bob watches them for a moment before taking a seat at a desk. She leaves the door open –if anything because she doesn’t need anyone assuming the worst (and the kids will). Then she grabs her lunch from the mini fridge in the corner, setting it on a desk in front of him and turning it around.

“I haven’t sat in one of these in a long time,” he chuckles, taking out his very neatly organized meal. It makes her thrown together lunch look kind of sad, honestly. “I can’t imagine sitting here every day again.”

“They hate them, but I’m hoping I get some grant money to get something better next year.”

“It’s a shame you have to get grants just to have decent things in the classroom.”

“Well, all that military spending does make a dent in the education fund,” she teases, and she’s grinning at him playfully as she does it.

“Ouch,” he puts his hand over his heart, wincing some at the jab. “I don’t know what to say outside of I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault,” she reassures him, taking out her phone and opening her notes app. “Okay, you ready to hear some of the feral things high schoolers say when they’re way too comfortable with you?”

“I don’t know,” he laughs, leaning back in the seat. “It can’t be that bad, right?”

She gives him a look of warning, then scrolls down…and down…and down…

“That is…a long list,” he comments, peering over the top of her phone. He almost sounds concerned.

“Oh, it is,” she promises, then stops to find her favorite so far. “‘Laws are temporary but friends are forever.’”

Bob chuckles through a bite of his sandwich. “That’s not so bad.”

She puts her finger up. “‘His parents are getting divorced. I hope neither of them want him.’”

“Oh my god.”

“‘I’m going to be a legal pot dealer after college.’”

“What does that even mean?”

“He wants to be a pharmacist,” she explains with a laugh. “I’m just happy he isn’t dropping out.”

“Okay, that’s fair,” he concedes, motioning for her to continue.

“‘I learned the other day that my dad looks up goth girl ASMR online.’”

She pauses and looks at Bob, who's trying not to choke on his sandwich. Setting her phone down, she leans back and opens up her bag of grapes with a laugh. For a few minutes, that’s it —they’re eating and laughing. When they stop laughing, she reads another and they laugh again. This goes on for most of the lunch period, up until her alarm goes off to warn her she has three minutes before the bell rings. 

“Oh shit,” she says, quickly packing up her things. “I have to actually teach now. I didn’t realize what time it was —,”

Bob quickly stands and packs his own stuff up, then flips the desk around with ease for her. She stares for a moment, watching how his arms flex as he lifts the desk without issue. Oh dear. 

“I don’t want to be too forward,” he says as students are trying to trickle in. He quickly shuts the door, looking down at her. “But I…I would really like to take you out on a date, if you’d let me.”

Kids are peering through the little window, knocking on the door. She waves them off a bit, looking up at him with a soft smile. 

“I would really like that.”

He nods, opening the door now. Kids are pushing through to get settled in, but he’s awkwardly standing in the doorway with a boyish grin and a blush. She pushes him gently out the door, but follows him out as she waits at the door for stragglers. 

“I’ll text you after school.”

“I look forward to it.”

She waves him off, smiling dreamily as she watches him walk off. He turns and walks backwards for a moment, waving at her before finally disappearing out the hallway doors. 

When she shuts the door and returns to her classroom, her students are staring at her with wide eyes. 

And then the chaos ensues.

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Part Two

[ducksido]

I've been loving how you've written all of my requests so far. I love your writing in general so that isn't really a surprise. Well, onto my request. Could you do the Housewardens with a s/o who has a stutter? It usually isn't noticeable but sometimes it gets really bad, bad enough that it gets frustrating to communicate. Also the reader(s/o) gets embarrassed over the stutter due to some people making fun of them when they had to present in front of the class before.

-🥀🪻

(of course 🥀🪻)

Housewardens with Yuu who has a stutter

Riddle Rosehearts

At first, Riddle isn’t quite sure how to respond—he's not used to emotional nuance thanks to his strict upbringing.

But he listens. Listens intently. When you get stuck mid-sentence, he doesn’t rush you. He lets the silence stretch without pressure, a quiet signal of: I’m here. Take your time.

After learning about your classroom experience, he gets visibly upset—not at you, but at the people who made fun of you. “You were brave enough to speak. They didn’t deserve to hear you.”

He studies up on speech therapy techniques and gently asks if you’d be okay with a hand signal system—like you squeezing his hand when you’re too frustrated to continue, so he can read the room for you.

If you're ever in a class presentation again, he’ll stand in the crowd, meeting your eyes the whole time, anchoring you with nods of encouragement.

Leona Kingscholar

His first instinct? "Who the hell made fun of you?" Yeah, someone’s getting buried in the sandpit outside Savannaclaw.

He’s laid-back enough to not pressure you when you’re struggling to speak—he’ll just raise an eyebrow, smirk a little, and go: “Tch. I got time. No one says it like you do anyway.”

If you get upset or start shutting down, he won't go all mushy—he knows you hate feeling pitied—but he’ll bump your shoulder, mumble: “You don’t gotta be perfect to make me listen.”

Leona will be your unshakable wall. If anyone dares laugh again, one glare from him and the room goes dead silent.

Azul Ashengrotto

Internally? Panic. Externally? Calm and courteous. He's terrified of saying the wrong thing, especially given his own trauma with bullying.

He understands. Oh, he gets it. You remind him of himself—polished on the surface, but vulnerable in moments of exposure.

When you stutter, he subtly slows his own speech to match your pace, making it feel less awkward. You don’t even notice at first—it’s just suddenly easier to talk to him.

One day, when you’re particularly embarrassed after tripping over your words, he gently reaches over and takes your hand. “I used to dread speaking too. But every word you say is worth hearing—even the ones that need a moment.”

Kalim Al-Asim

Pure sunshine. Doesn’t even notice the stutter at first—he’s too focused on your smile, your ideas, your energy.

But when he sees you frustrated or pulling away from conversations, he gently asks, “Hey, are you okay? Did I talk too fast?”

You explain your stutter, and he immediately hugs you. “That’s okay! That’s just how your words dance a little before they come out!”

You can’t even stay embarrassed around Kalim—he celebrates every time you speak. “Yes!! I love when you tell stories! Even the way you say things is fun!”

If you’re having a bad day, he’ll offer to speak for you if needed—no judgment, just support.

Vil Schoenheit

Vil is hyper-aware of how you carry yourself. The first time he sees you recoil mid-sentence out of embarrassment, he’s already dissecting the entire situation.

“Someone made you feel ashamed. Unacceptable.”

He never interrupts your stutter—not once. His patience is calm, dignified, and never patronizing. If you apologize, he cuts you off with a firm but gentle, “You are not flawed. You are human. And I admire that about you.”

Vil even works with you on breathing techniques—not to fix you, but to help you feel more confident. He adapts some stage projection tricks to your comfort.

If someone mocks you, Vil absolutely eviscerates them with a cold, cutting line that makes them rethink their life.

Idia Shroud

Idia is so anxious around speech in general. He stutters himself, so when he realizes you do too, he’s like: “Wait… you mean… I’m not the only glitching NPC in the cutscene?”

He's instantly more comfortable with you than anyone else. Conversations are awkward, yes, but real. Soft. Shared.

When your stutter gets bad, he doesn’t even blink—just continues typing on his tablet, then flashes it at you: [“No worries. Wanna just chill in silence or type today?”]

If you cry out of frustration, he panics and offers you snacks, games, a blanket, and then just shyly says: “I-I like your voice… It sounds like you’re casting a spell when you talk... like real magic.”

Malleus Draconia

Malleus is unbothered. The idea of mocking someone for their speech is so beneath him he can’t comprehend it.

When you stutter, he tilts his head and patiently waits, giving you space like a quiet glade in the woods.

If you get upset or try to hide it, he places a hand over yours, warm and grounding. “Child of man… Do not be ashamed. Each pause is a breath of your soul. Let it speak.”

He never makes you feel like you have to perform for him. Silence or speech, you’re cherished either way.

If someone mocks you in his presence? Oh, dear. Malleus may not react loudly, but the drop in temperature and faint green flicker of flame in his eyes sends a very clear message.

[crushpunky]

actress!reader gets asked about drew

masterlist | actress!reader masterlist

based on this ask. a sort of compilation of y/n telling cute stories <3

Y/n settled in the chair opposite the podcast’s host, Claire, adjusting the mic as the interview began.

“Hello and welcome to another episode of Chit-Chat with me, your host, Claire Hale!” Claire said cheerfully before turning to face y/n. “Today we are going to be talking with the wonderfully talented y/n y/ln. Welcome!”

“Hi, thank you so much for having me.” Y/n smiled, smoothing a hand along her pants as the two of them launched into casual conversation, ranging in topics from y/n’s childhood to her favorite movies and her morning routine.

“So, I think the people are dying to know, how is married life?” Claire said, dropping her jaw open exaggeratedly. Y/n laughed, absentmindedly fidgeting with the diamond ring adorning her finger.

“It is great.” Y/n smiled. “I didn’t think it was possible to be this happy, y’know? Like I thought that I was happy before we got engaged, but actually being married is a whole other level.”

“Ugh, that’s so cute.” Claire swooned, causing y/n’s cheeks to warm as she thought back to the memory of waking up this morning in Drew’s arms. It was something that happened nearly every morning, but each time it made her heart flutter and fall impossibly more in love with him.

“I’m not even trying to over exaggerate or put on an act, I am just genuinely so happy right now.” Y/n continued, folding her hands in her lap as she smiled to herself.

“I think we are all so happy to hear that.” Claire nodded. “You and Drew have been together for such a long time, it’s so nice to just see two people who truly love and care for their work and each other. Speaking of, how do you guys sort of find that balance between work life and personal life, with both of you spending so much time away acting or away on projects?”

“It’s taken a lot of practice,” y/n chuckled. “Lots of hours of late night FaceTime calls and missed dinners until we both kind of decided that we needed to set up some boundaries and some of what we call ‘no excusers’.”

“‘No excusers’?” Claire asked, leaning in intently with a quirk of her brow. Y/n nodded, thinking back to when Drew and her had originally come up with the term. It had been after Drew missed a dinner with y/n’s parents, a dinner he had promised to be at amidst his busy schedule, just a day after y/n had to cancel on one of their preplanned coffee dates.

“Yeah, Drew and I sort of set up this system where we have certain things that we call ‘no excusers’.” Y/n explained. “They are things that the other person has to be at, or at least help to reschedule to be at, no excuses.”

“Both of us have such busy schedules, so it can just be super easy to retreat into yourself and just say ‘oh I’m too busy’ or ‘I can’t’, but we both knew that we wanted to be there for the other person when they needed it most, even if it was hard.” Y/n continued. “So, with the ‘no excusers’ we are sort of making a promise to the other person that we can count on them to be there for us, no excuses.”

“Really making sure to set aside time for you guys and your relationship and what’s important to that relationship.” Claire clarified.

“Yes.” Y/n agreed. “Neither of us had really been in a relationship with another actor or person in the industry, so we knew we had to make time for each other in our busy schedules if we wanted to keep this relationship.”

“That’s really sweet.” Claire grinned. “So, speaking of busy schedules, how did you guys find time out of yours to get married? I mean both of you had such huge and busy years last year, so I think everyone was pretty shocked to hear that you guys got married.”

“I think we were pretty shocked that we found the time too.” Y/n joked, causing Claire to laugh. Y/n remembered back to all the hectic planning on sets and over FaceTimes, getting dresses tried on between meetings with producers, tasting different cakes from the comfort of their home, pajamas on.

“No, but in all seriousness, I think we were both just so excited to get married that we were going to find time for it no matter how busy our schedules were.” Y/n said. “Both of us could barely wait a minute longer, like I remember that we had a countdown on the whiteboard in our kitchen, ‘Days Until We’re Married’, and we just made a huge deal of it each day counting down. Music, dancing, cheering, the whole shabang.”

“Stop, that’s so funny.” Claire chuckled.

“Our neighbors probably hated us, but we didn’t care.” Y/n giggled. “Like, did you expect me to not be excited to marry the love of my life?”

“No, you’re right, I can only imagine how excited you guys were.” Claire nodded. “I mean, you’ve been together for so long, like, four years?”

“Publically, yes, but privately about five.” Y/n giggled as Claire’s eyes widened.

“How did you guys even manage that?” Claire asked incredulously. “I mean, Outer Banks, like, blew up during that time, you must’ve had so many eyes on you.”

“Ha ha, yeah, that was certainly a very interesting time.” Y/n chuckled, remembering how the two of them would try and sneak around downtown Charleston, ducking into darkened allies to kiss like teenagers.

“It was during COVID, so for a while we just stayed inside. There weren’t very many opportunities to catch us, aside from the occasional social media post or livestream, but I think that we kept it pretty lowkey. I mean we already lived together, so we weren’t going back and forth between each other's places or anything like that.” Y/n continued. “But when things kinda started going back to normal, and we were going out more and more eyes were on us, it certainly became a lot harder.”

Y/n thought about a particular time in which a fan had snuck a picture of the two of them sitting on a bench just off the beach. The two of them shared AirPods, chatting casually. They hadn’t even realized that y/n had ended up perched in Drew’s lap, his hands resting on her hips as their faces sat just inches away from each other. They were too caught up in the moment, and in each other, to realize they were in public until they saw the photos later that afternoon.

“There were… multiple times where people pointed out something or noticed something that we hadn’t even thought about and we thought like ‘oh shit, we’ve been caught’, but we always managed to sorta weasel our way out of it.” Y/n giggled, brushing a bit of hair away from her face. “It was hard, but I wouldn’t have had it any other way.”

“Yeah,” Claire nodded. “That sort of situation definitely helps you guys to keep the relationship real, y’know? How did you guys decide to keep it private for so long? Was that a mutual decision?”

“Yes, yes it was definitely something we both agreed upon.” Y/n said. “I think we both wanted to make sure that our relationship was authentic and real, not just something shaped by other peoples’ perspectives or opinions. I really do think that that time where we kept things between ourselves helped to shape our relationship.”

“I know you said you kept it between yourselves, but other people definitely knew, right? They had to.” Claire asked.

“I honestly think that some of them knew before we knew ourselves.” Y/n laughed. There were so many moments and stares shared by the people around them who recognized the very obvious feelings between y/n and Drew. So many friends and family members would comment on the almost magnetic attraction the two exhibited, practically unable to go anywhere without the other. 

“But in all seriousness, yes people knew.” Y/n continued. “We kept it just between us for like… a month, month and a half maybe? But then we shared it with our friends, the Outer Banks cast, but they kinda already knew since we were all living together. Then a little after that we told our parents on FaceTime— because of COVID— and they also kinda had their suspicions.”

“That’s so funny.” Claire grinned. “Well, y/n, I really appreciate you taking the time to Chit-Chat with us! It was so much fun!”

“Thank you so much!” Y/n grinned. “Thank you for having me, it was a lot of fun.”

“Once again, thank you for watching and thank you for Chit-Chatting with us!” Claire said, her and y/n waving goodbye to the video and listeners at home.

[deesseshesca]

PAC :What will his friend think of you ?

(SINGLE SINCE BIRTH - ERA ~5 )

No ... because I actually want to crash out !

PILE 1

Page swords (reverse), 5 swords, magician, 2 pentacles 

His friend is going to think of y’all as an old couple. Y’all would be the dad and mom of the group. Don’t be surprised but you will often have a third wheel between y’all. I also get a feeling that this is going to be an union between the dad and the mom of each respective group. Y’all may both be the oldest sibling in y’all respective household since you are unfazed by the people surrounding you constantly. If you need to bicker which you will, it will look like two old heads going at it. Y’all know the Bambi and Druski dynamic that’s exactly y’all. You guys have so many inside jokes. You guys are only this comfortable around each other. Both, you and him have past situationship/relationships … Yet it was the first time for his friend group to see him so comfortable in public. You guys may walk around in matching pjs, which he would never have done on his own not because he found it cringy but because of some kind of social anxiety. Also social anxiety stops him from being his authentic self way too often. So to see him express emotion, be talkative and affectionate with you is actually going to warm the heart of his bros. Little do they know how comfortable he makes you feel 2. To add on that, you are a safe place for his inner child. Not holding him to the high standard which he was born in because of his role as the oldest sibling. Y’all also act like you both can’t stand each other. Bickering and all while cuddling … lol. I see his friend looking around … like : ``Are these guys serious rn?``.You guys are very vulnerable with each other and you both put a lot of effort in this relationship. Your person would never expose y’all problem in the daylight but they are not ashamed to say : `` Damm y’all wish I could stay but little mama is on her period.``, ``Shit we argued yesterday, we are cool but I need to go check on her if everything is good frl frl`` or even `` Sorry for the bad play gang, my lady is mad at me … I am scared she will block me …``.They see the effort on your part 2, coming to his games, making his lunch box, walking around with his fav snack, playing with his hair and hugging him.  They really feel like you are wifey material, which is great because one of your goals in life in all seriousness is to be a MILF . They also know you are here to stay. 

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PILE 2

3 swords, King wands (reverse), Magician (reverse), Knight wands (reverse) 

You and your future person will take a break. No worries there no fuck up. I think this person got really scared of how deep the relationship was going and they respect and love you too much to hurt you. So they just sit you down and express their real feelings and you welcome them with no fight, letting them go. You work on yourself in the meantime. Did a lot of journaling and work on your standard & self concept. One day you will post and they will catch on after spending weeks off socials and they will run back with so much excitement. Not in the way, like : `` Damm nobody can have her but me …`` . Nah this person genuinely enjoys the chase. So they come as an evolved person. Knowing that you may be cuff or you just don't want them but they don't care because it was always supposed to be you. While all this is happening their friends are watching on the side lines. His friend will often remind him of the mistake he made by letting you go. Not in some sneaky way (me:believe me, you would be surprised how many of the friends of my situation were in my DM) but more on some real shit. They saw the happiness, joy and love that was pouring from y’all connection like sweet honey. They will probably help him get you back. Some will literally set up a christmas carol to get you back. Anyways regarding any specific thought… they think you are high maintenance. You are clingy and very sensitive. Like it matters to you the tone that he uses, the words that he uses or even the way he touches or even looks at you. You are quite an emotional woman. Is very easy for you to cry. They also think you are high maintenance, they saw their boy pay for your nails and hair more than once. They know damm well that when y’all become official, he’s going to pay for the trip and your shopping spree because of all that they will never hit on you because in their books, you are too demanding as a gf. 

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PILE 3

8 wands, King wands (reverse), 7 wands, Sun (reverse)  

Most of y’all reading this have a sagittarius rising. Since that came strong I decided to do my little search. Most of y’all may have a sleeper build (quite literally using their slang) or have a plus size/very curvy pear body. You know the body Doja Cat had. When she was way curvier, where she was very heavy down but less up. Also you may have big animated eyes like the character that Tim Burton wrote about. Is almost mystical. Y’all may play a sport, maybe cheer or volley. Some are runners whatever it is you are an athletic babe. Maybe you even play a more masculine sport like baseball or handball. You also have a specific feature in your face aside from your eyes that big, could be your lips or even ears. One last thing … you are a tall gyal. Minimum : 5’7,8 to even 6ft. All this to say is that your looks strike them. They also think you are a cool girl because they saw you do the first move with your future person. You were quite straightforward in what you wanted with them. They also think you are chill because even tho you have not played a boy sport, you are passionate about it so it is easy to build a connection with you. Since you share the same hobbies. You may be sharing the same soul tribe. Meaning there's a high chance that you and this person are friends rn.Y’all are just part of a big friend group which would make you sincere on the ease in which you connect with his friends. Since y’all are all friends ! I think your bff dont want y’all to be together because she knows how much you want a serious relationship and y’all know how much of a womanizer he is. How much he is afraid of commitment. I think you know why because y’all are quite close. Something to do with a father's wound. Unlike the other women, he allows you to see the boys hiding behind the mask but you don't know if he can hold up to a good relationship. Even tho he often voices that he will treat you verrrrrrrrry good. You know he can because the way he treats you is completely different (more gentle and loving) than the way he treats others. Like he treats you even better than the other girls in the group. Is giving everybody can see it  but y’all. Y’all both know  there's a tension and I think (looking at the cards) that you will be the first one making the move.

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[delilahsturniolo]

— ♡ off the table . . . m.s

in which . . . matt helps you get through a rough patch of thinking you can’t find love again.

warnings . . . angst, comfort, crying, fluff, talks of past relationships + losing someone important

written by @delilahsturniolo. do not copy, steal, or modify my works. if you are taking any inspiration from this, please ask me first before posting and credit me in your description. happy reading! :)

POSITIONS WRITING MARATHON . . . fic #5

you don’t talk about the past much. not out loud. not when it still haunts you in quiet moments, late at night, when the room is dark and your chest is heavy and the silence gets too loud. you loved someone before. you gave them your whole heart, and when they left, they didn’t give it back. so now, you walk through life with a half-healed soul. smiling when you need to. laughing just enough to keep people from asking. but love? you keep that off the table. until matt.

he comes into your life quietly. no grand gestures, no drama. just soft glances and easy conversation. he’s gentle where the world’s been harsh. patient where others rushed. he never asks for more than you can give, but he gives. constantly. and without expecting anything in return. at first, you keep your distance.

he texts, you wait to reply. he leans in, you lean back. he offers comfort, you pretend you don’t need it. but matt never makes you feel bad for pulling away. he just… stays. and somehow, that’s what starts to break your walls down. you’re sitting on his couch one night, legs tucked beneath you, eyes on some movie you’re not watching. he’s beside you, close but not touching. his fingers tap a lazy rhythm on his thigh. he looks over and catches you staring. “you okay?” he asks, voice low. you nod. pause. then shake your head. “i don’t know how to do this.” he tilts his head. “do what?”

“be with someone again.” he doesn’t speak right away. doesn’t rush you. he waits. and when he does speak, it’s soft. real. “you don’t have to be ready right now. i just want to be where you are. even if that’s just… here.” your eyes sting. not because you’re sad, but because you’re not used to being seen like this, fragile and unsure, and still wanted anyway. “i keep wondering,” you whisper, “if love’s even on the table for me anymore.”

he shifts closer, his hand barely brushing yours. “what if we built something new? something that doesn’t look like what you lost, but something just as real?” you look at him. really look. matt, with his warm eyes and steady voice. matt, who never pushed too hard. matt, who waited. you exhale. “it won’t work.” he smiles. “then i’ll help make it work.” and slowly, so slowly, you let your fingers lace with his. he doesn’t squeeze. just lets it happen. lets you come to him. and in that moment, it doesn’t feel like pressure. it feels like possibility.

© delilahsturniolo

[fallminlove]

svt telling you "i love you" for the first time - ot13 ver

8 letters, 3 words, every one of the words by itself has such a simple meaning, but together, it weighs an amount that’s indescribable with just any simple words

-> paring: seventeen x gn!reader -> genre: fluff, angst-ish (ljh), established relationships, non-idol!seventeen -> word count: 4.7k -> content warning: mentions of food (csc, hjs, jww, xmh, kmg, lc), mentions of alcohol (ksy), usage of the word "damn" (lsm), pet names ("my love" - hjs, xmh ; "babe" - kmg ; "bub" - lsm)

p.s. this has been something i've been working on for a while ! but my life has gotten so busy i never got around to finish / editing it. now this finally sees the light of the day, i really hope you enjoy this and enjoy all the little blurbs i wrote !!

❥ C. Seungcheol - while you were making dinner for the two of you Though it was still early in your relationship with Seungcheol, something clicked and everything felt just right with him. It felt like it was a calling that you decided that you’ll move in with him. (Let’s just admit it was the fact that Seungcheol can’t stand one moment without you-) Usually when making dinner, it was a time of the day that you both get to enjoy each other’s company. The two of you would be home together after a long day of work, prepping the ingredients, taking sneaky little bites before the meal is finished, having silly little banters like what’s the best type of pasta. But today, Seungcheol had a meeting at the company that ran a little late. You decided to cook a nice warming stew awaiting the other’s return. 

You hear the door click open, and Seungcheol comes into the house. He sets his bag on the floor and shuffles to the kitchen to the smell of the lovely dinner, and to you, of course. His arms wrapping tightly around your waist, placing his face in the crooks of your neck from behind, “I’m home”, he mumbles, “do you need me to help with anything?” You giggle at the tickling vibrations as he mumbled, but also at the sight of how clingy your boyfriend is after he’s tired.  You continued stirring the stew, making sure the bottom doesn’t get burned, “I don’t think so, this is going to be ready soon,” you ruffled his hair with your other open hand, “how about you just rest for a bit? you seem tired” Seungcheol nods as he lets go of you unwillingly, but he knows he has to get out of his work clothes that’s starting to make him uncomfortable.  He came back to the kitchen just as you are scooping the stew into two bowls for the two of you, making its finishing touches. As he watched, several thoughts coursing through his mind, he couldn’t help smiling at how he feels right at home with you, “thank you for making dinner tonight, I love you”.

❥ Y. Jeonghan - while were peacefully taking a nap, right next to him The relationship dynamic between you and Jeonghan have always been playfully bickering and teasing with each other. It was as if you dated your best friend.  One relaxing afternoon, you and Jeonghan decided to put on a movie to watch together. You’re curled up on the side of Jeonghan, with his arms draping over you, holding you in closer. At first, the two of you would make comments at the movie, but as the movie progressed the two of you started making less comments and focused on the plot. As the credits roll, Jeonghan finds it weird that he didn’t hear a peep from you at all. He turns his head to see that apparently at some point during the movie, you have dozed off to sleep in his comforting embrace. At that moment, Jeonghan was so mesmerized by how peaceful you were. He has stopped and taken a closer look at you, he sees how calmly you were breathing, cheeks in a slight rosy pink, and just taking in every one of your features in awe. He presses a gentle kiss on the top of your forehead, “I love you” he whispers.

❥ H. Jisoo - during a business formal event Inside of the ballroom people gathered in groups, making small talks, or wandering around for a light treat. The classical music triumphs through the venue, chandeliers laminating the room. It is the first time you’ve attended an event like this. Noticing that you were a bit nervous, Joshua extended his hand, “if i may?” Taken aback by his very formal language, you smiled at his gesture and took in his hand, the warmth from the touch of his hand did make you feel a bit more comforted.  It was an end of the year company party, each employee is able to bring a plus one, and of course, you’re the number one on your boyfriend’s list. Joshua did warn you how formal and business-y it would be, knowing that you don’t quite enjoy these types of gatherings. “If at any point of the night you’re uncomfortable, let me know, we can head home.” The two of you walked into the ballroom hand in hand, your other hand holding on to your gown making sure you don’t step and trip over yourself. Joshua greeted some clients that he’s been working with, and introduced you to some of his coworkers. Because of having him by your side, you felt a bit more comfortable exchanging some small conversations.  The two of you wandered around a little more and you noticed that some of the couples were sharing a dance together. Seeing where your gaze wandered off to, Joshua asks, “may I ask for a dance with you?” You chuckled at the way of how formally Joshua has been speaking with you all night, “of course,” you responded with a light nod.  Joshua led you to the center, where the others were dancing. The only experience you had with waltzing is seeing it in the movies, and you did the best that you could to mimic what you can remember. Joshua was also there to guide you, placing your arms, holding your hands, and whispering which foot you should step with.  Eventually you got the swing of things, and you started to notice physically how close and how intimate you were with Joshua. You also realized that Joshua was looking back at you, eyes glittering with admiration, “I don’t think I’ve told you tonight, you look beautiful my love. I love you”

❥ W. Junhui - after coming back from a business trip This was the first time in your relationship that Junhui was away for so long, well, two weeks. But for new couples like the two of you, this is like living in the trenches. Luckily the internet is so advanced today you’re able to leave messages throughout the day, or video chat whenever there’s free time between the two of you. But with the timezone difference the timing just doesn’t line up quite nicely. And it just doesn’t feel the same without having the other person right next to you. It finally came to the day that Junhui was returning back home from the long war business trip, you excitedly waited at the gate hoping to catch him as soon as he walked out. When Junhui saw you in the crowd, he made a beeline towards you and hugged you and held you in his arms. You had planned all these things you wanted to tell him that you didn’t get to over the phone, but his warm hug made you completely forget everything that was on the top of your mind. Junhui says softly by your ear, “I love you, I missed you”

❥ K. Soonyoung - when he had one too many drinks during a night out  You knew Soonyoung was catching up with some friends tonight, and knew there would be alcohol involved. But you weren’t expecting that your boyfriend would get so drunk that his cute tipsy rambling voice memos would turn into random mumbling nonsense or just the background noise of the bar where he’s currently at.  It was getting quite late and you were beginning to worry for Soonyoung, you grabbed your light jacket and keys and headed to the bar and retrieved your boyfriend before he went rogue.  When you arrive at the bar, you see Soonyoung and his friends are actually outside getting some air. “Oh you are here!” One of his friends calls to you, while trying to hold Soonyoung upright, “we were just about to call to have you pick him up.” Soonyoung was definitely at his limits, as he’s just leaning on his friends. When he saw you approach his eyes lit up and stumbled straight towards you. You held Soonyoung in your arms, you couldn’t help it but to pinch his bright flushed cheeks. The alcohol made his face glow in a way that takes out all of the fierceness while he’s his sober self, now he just looks like a little kid that wants to be held and cuddled.  You and Soonyoung bid his friends a goodbye and the two of you walked hand in hand down the lamp-lit street. The walk was filled with Soonyoung’s drunk rambles, just like how it was on the phone. The cool summer breeze blows by as the two of you walk, definitely helping Soonyoung sober up a little.  Suddenly you felt a tug on your hand that was stopping your track.  “Soonyoung what’s wrong?” You turned around and saw his head held low, but the grip tightening on your hand, “Do you feel sick? Do you need—”, before you could finish your sentence, you see tears coming down his face. You tried to wipe his tears away as he said between sniffles, “I love you, I’m so happy to have you in my life. Thank you for everything you’ve done for me, I really mean it. I love you, I love you, I love you.”

❥ J. Wonwoo - while you’re on your first trip / vacation together “Wonwoo look! There’s an open spot there!” You excitedly pointed to an open area on the beach as you walked to the entrance. This is a trip you’ve had on your mind for quite a while. Since you wanted to see the sunset at the beach, and you knew that Wonwoo has been getting into photography, maybe he’ll enjoy taking some photos there as a token of memory in your relationship.  But unfortunately the trip keeps getting delayed, either you or Wonwoo’s schedule didn’t line up, or the weather just wasn’t getting the memo. Finally in early June, you guys were both able to set out for this trip as a little weekend getaway.  You did the best you can to “run” to the spot you were pointing at, sinking into the soft sand with each step does make it feel a bit awkward when you run. When you got to the open spot, you lay down your beach towels, putting down the bags you had in your hands and setting up all the snacks and treats you brought.  Since it was still early summer, the breeze that came by was still a bit chilly. Wonwoo cuddled next to you on the towel while you both just watched and listened to the waves coming in.  The two of you stayed like that for a bit, having small chitchats here and there. The sun was starting to set little by little, painting the sky in shades of pink and orange. This reminded Wonwoo that he had his camera and wanted to capture this moment. “Let’s take a walk,” Wonwoo suggested, “maybe I’ll get some photos of you as well” You nodded excitedly and held Wonwoo’s hand to guide him into the shore. You watched as the waves inches closer and closer to you. Suddenly there was a nudge that caused you to stumble, causing you to hit the cold ocean water. You look back and see Wonwoo giggling and snapping pictures of your funny wincing faces, “yah Jeon Wonwoo! You should be lucky that you have a camera, or else I would’ve dragged you with me!” “Ahh, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Wonwoo comes over and gives you a hug, “I promise I’ll take normal pictures now” “You better!” You pouted at him, continuing on your path along the shore. Wonwoo stayed behind you, taking photos of the scenery and his surroundings.  There was a moment that you stopped, looking out at the ocean. The rays of the sun hit perfectly on your features, and you were just taking in the beauty of nature. But to Wonwoo, he was trying to take in the beauty of his view, that is you. He snaps a couple of portrait shots of you, before the moment passes.  You carried on your trail while Wonwoo is looking back at the photos he just took. He kept on admiring the photos, well — admiring the person — and smiling to himself, “I love you, you’re just like everything I wanted in my dreams” he whispers to himself.

❥ L. Jihoon - after he showed his vulnerable side to you  Jihoon is not a man that outwardly expresses his feelings, he often bottles them in. Which wasn’t an issue before he met you, but now it feels like you can never understand him, or know what he needs or wants. It is not an easy task for him, and you two often get into arguments because you feel like you’re getting shut out of his world.  After one particularly nasty fight over text, you had to put your phone down and walk away from the situation before it turns into something worse. You walked around the neighborhood, hoping to get your mind cleared, and rethought everything that has been said. You sort of started to understand Jihoon’s perspective and you were feeling guilty for some of the things you’ve said to him. You hurried back to your house hoping you’re able to still apologize and amend for what has happened.  When you reached your house you see a familiar sedan car, it was Jihoon’s. He’s sees you approaching and steps out of the car, he has the hood of his black hoodie up his bangs also covered his eyes, “Jihoon,” you called out slowly approaching to him, “I just thought about what happened earlier, I’m sorry for some of the things I said earlier...” You couldn’t see his eyes, but you can tell his lips were trembling, tears rolling down his face, “I tried to call you earlier but you didn’t answer, I literally thought of all the worse possibilities-“ he takes a deep breath to catch his composure, “I literally thought you were going to walk away and never come back…” You shook your head and held him close, as he sobs into you, “I’m really sorry I said those things to you,” petting his back to soothe his feelings, “I should’ve been more patient, I know expressing your feelings is hard for you. But trust me we can work through this together alright?”  Jihoon wipes away his tears with the sleeve of his hoodie, finally meeting your gaze through the wisps of his wetted bangs, “thank you, I love you.”

❥ X. Minghao - when you surprised him on his birthday   3… 2… 1… As soon as the clock struck 5pm on the dot, you grabbed your belongings and clocked out of the office. You wrote down an itinerary for all the locations you need to visit before you get to your final destination, your boyfriend, Minghao’s house.  It was quite a special day, it was Minghao’s birthday, and this is his first birthday that you spent together. You let him know ahead of the time that you were busy today with work, so all the text responses to him were brief.  What he didn’t know is that you had a big surprise waiting for him.  When you got to Minghao’s house with dinner, a cake, and a beautiful bouquet of tulips in hand, the birthday boy was shocked, “I thought you forgot about my birthday today,” followed with a pout, “you were so busy you didn’t even say happy birthday to me.”  “I thought you said you didn’t care about your birthdays,”you said and you were setting down everything in the house, “But it’s okay, I’m here to make it up now!” Minghao gave you a smile and said he’s just playing with you, but in his eyes you can tell he was a little bit upset and expected something more.  The two of you caught up on what happened today over dinner, and were ready to light the candles for the cake. Though it was just the two of you in the house, the birthday song still felt heartwarming and cheerful.  As Minghao was taking the candles out of the cake, you started, “Actually Hao, there’s another present that I have for you,” you tapped on the screen of your phone before looking up, “okay now check your phone.” Curious and with some suspicions, Minghao looked at his phone, a moment passed and his face expression changed to shock, then to glee, “no way you got these art museum tickets for me?! They were sold out immediately, how did you get them?”  You nodded proudly, “Of course I did! You told me these were hard to get, so I had to prepare myself for war when I got—” before you could finish you were interrupted by an excited tight hug from Minghao.  “Thank you so much my love, I love you.”

❥ K. Mingyu - while you’re taking care of him when he’s sick Mingyu never gets sick, but sometimes, we can’t all be god’s favorites.  Mid-week he started to feel the symptoms of a cold, stuffy nose, sore throat, and other light symptoms that he thought will go away soon.  Unfortunately, it is the weekend and his symptoms got a bit worse after day 1. You couldn’t bear to see Mingyu suffering alone, so you went out to buy some groceries and more cold medicine, hoping you can make a hearty meal to help him fight off his sickness.  When you got to his place he looked like a lost puppy in his big hoodie trailing behind you to the kitchen, “babe you don’t have to stay, I don’t want you to get sick because of me.” “Gyu, I’d rather be sick than know how you’ve been taking care of yourself alone while you’re alone.” You poured a glass of orange juice for him, then shot him a “go sit down and rest please” look.  Your big-pup like boyfriend sluggishly dragged himself and plopped himself at the dining room table so he’s still able to see you from a distance, as he sips on his juice.  After he finished the bowl of chicken noodle soup you made and took the cold medicine, you saw that there was a little bit more life in him.  You brushed out his hair with your fingers, “You’re always there to protect me, now let me take care of you,” Mingyu opened his mouth to respond but instead a yawn came out. You chuckled, “I think the meds are hitting you, go take a nap for now, I got the dishes.” Mingyu nodded and wanted to give you a hug, but remembered he was sick, so he stopped mid-track to make various hearts to you with his arms and body, “Thank you babe, I love you babe.”

❥ L. Seokmin - when he’s seeing you enjoy a perfect date that he had planned  (it is highly recommended to listen to 7PM by BSS while reading this blurb!) Usually you’re the one who’s planning out all the dates that you and Seokmin go on, eating at new restaurants, watching live shows and movies, having cute at home dates. But these past few weeks you’ve been swamped with a major group project with some not so competent group mates, you weren’t able to plan out your next date nor had the energy or time to see your boyfriend. Earlier in the week, during one of your project breaks, you picked up your phone to update Seokmin, making sure he knows you’re still alive. “It’s okay Bub! Let me plan our next date then, I’ll pick you up once you’ve submitted your project,” Seokmin texted a couple days ago. This message definitely peeked your interests and gave you some motivation to finish your project as soon as possible. “I wonder what crazy ideas he has…” You said to yourself. 10 minutes before the deadline of the project, you took a deep sigh and closed the lid of your laptop. You didn’t want to see that damned project ever again after you’ve pressed the submit button.  You didn’t know how long it’s been since you disconnected from the outside world for the last few days, before you could reach for your phone to reconnect, someone rang your doorbell to connect in person. On the other side of the door was Seokmin, smiling big and bright, till he saw your drained face. It was as if the dark rain clouds suddenly covered the sun, his expression turned to full on worry, “oh bub, are you alright? Did you get your project submitted?”  You nodded and gave Seokmin a hug to reassure him that you’re alright, it was a way for you to recharge, feeling his warmth, “sorry to make you worry Seokmin, this project was way more complicated than I thought.” The boy sighs and gives you a reassuring head pat, “at least it’s over now. Now go change, we have a Seokmin Special to go to!” It was as if Seokmin’s energy had rubbed off on you, you quickly got changed and grabbed your belongings to anticipate what’s about to happen. “We are here!” Seokmin exclaims, you looked around, it was a park near the Han River, “I thought after your stressful weeks we should get you reconnected with the nature, and here,” Seokmin says as he’s pulling out a pair of earbuds from his pocket, holding out one side to you, “I made a playlist for our walk.” You put in the earbud, and Seokmin puts in the other. As soon as he started his playlist it felt like it was the missing piece that locked the whole puzzle together for this date. The two of you walked hand in hand, seeing the sun slowly setting on the horizon of the river.  You stopped for a moment to look at Seokmin, your smile couldn’t keep in how much you enjoyed and appreciated what he has done for you, “thank you Seokmin, I really needed this.” Seokmin smiles back, taking a step to be directly in front of you, and having both of your hands in his, “Of course Bub, I love you. I would do anything to keep that smile on your face.”

❥ B. Seungkwan - when you noticed / picked up on small habits that he has Not everyone recognizes their little habits, since you just do them without you even noticing. You would say you’re a pretty observant person, at least you thought you were, until you’re with Seungkwan.  He seems to be able to remember and notice so many small little things you do, making small noises when you enjoy a certain food, skipping or running when you see a long hallway, needing to have your pillow in your lap before you start reading your book, the list just goes on.  But from how long you’ve been together you feel like you haven’t picked up any of his habits, or at least if someone asked you, there’s nothing that comes to your mind. One night, Seungkwan calls you over to help him run through his presentation for the next day. You can tell Seungkwan put a lot of effort into his presentation, the information was clear and concise, straight to the point. You critiqued some points, and had him run through the presentation a couple more times. And that’s when you noticed something, or at least felt something was off? Seungkwan looked nervous? No, stiff. Then you have an idea of what’s going on.  “Seungkwan,” the boy hums in response, “can you hold on to this pen and start your presentation again?” Seungkwan gave you a puzzled look, as he took over the pen, “Is there something wrong?”  In your mind you had an image, everytime Seungkwan needed to do something serious he had something in his hands. It may be a crumpled piece of paper that was a trashed idea to fidget, or a pen to actually take note during the meeting, he just always had something.  “I’m trying to test a theory, I’ll see if my point is proven after you finish.” Confused, Seungkwan begins his presentation from the top again. This time you can clearly see and hear that he is more relaxed. He’s using the pen to point at diagrams and charts in the presentation, and there’s more of a dynamic and liveliness in his presentation.  It was as if he has caught on too, his facial expression changed to surprised and he stops in the middle of the presentation to look at you, “oh my gosh,” he whispered, “you’re a genius, I love you”

❥ C. Hansol - after he realized you were doing something that you weren’t too interested in but did it just for him Many people say that amusement parks are for little kids, which you don’t disagree with, but who doesn’t want to continue living out their inner child? There’s something about the atmosphere of an amusement park that just lightens up your mood. The cheerful music, the vibrant colors on the buildings, it was just the perfect escape from reality, and luckily Vernon enjoys amusement parks too. But for a different reason. He’s been eyeing and asking if you two can ride the rollercoaster since you guys arrived at the park, but you’ve never told him. You were quite afraid of heights.  You were able to avoid that ride for a bit because of the wait time, or because of maintenance. After all, it is the main attraction and most popular ride at the park.  But you’ve never seen Vernon having this much energy and he’s just so excited about that ride, “let’s go on it! The line isn’t too long!” You didn't want to ruin his mood and you agreed to get into the line. After coming out of the ride, Vernon has finally noticed that unusualness from you, your hands were cold and clammy, “darling are you alright? Do you feel sick from the ride?” “Sorry Vernon I didn’t tell you this,” you looked down at your feet, “I didn't want to ruin your mood so I didn't tell you, I’m kinda afraid of heights...” Vernon sighs, “I’m sorry I didn't notice earlier,” his tone sounds like he’s blaming himself, “I love you and appreciate you considering my feelings, but next time please let me know if you aren’t comfortable with something. I don’t want you to do something for me that you’re uncomfortable with”

❥ L. Chan - when you were looking out for him, making sure he’s taking care of himself “I’m sorry I didn’t let you know earlier,” Chan says over the phone, “I got told to work overtime last minute so I won’t be able to come home in time for dinner” “Aww,” you responded back, “how long are you going to be there for? I can wait so we can eat together once you’re home.” Chan sighs, “honestly I’m not sure. They apparently need these documents ready by tomorrow’s meeting. I’m sorry honey, you don't have to wait for me. I’ll let you know when I finish and ready to head home,” you hear the call end and sigh. You were almost finished prepping dinner, but instead of feeling upset, you were actually more worried if he would make enough time to get a meal for himself.  You looked through the cabinets to see if there were any containers to pack up a portion of the dinner so you could deliver it to Chan. Luckily his office is not too far from home and you could just deliver him a hot dinner before it turns cold.  You arrived at the front of his office building and gave Chan a call again, “Hey Channie, come down in front of the office, I got something for you” Chan was shocked to see you in front of the office, you gave him the lunch bag that’s filled with the freshly made and still warm dinner, “I was afraid you won’t eat properly if you were working over time. Please remember to eat and take care of yourself Chan” Chan pulls you into a tight hug, “I will work hard for you, for us, I love you.”

p.p.s. a new love letter has been shared! @ppyopulii @h4nner -> if you want to be notified when new letters have been shared, please comment or sent in an ask!

[medicinemane]

From my own experience trying to be supportive of someone in a situation like that, one of the best things to do is basically the opposite of gaslighting. Tell them you trust them, that you think they're making a lot of sense, reinforce that you actually do think they know what they're doing and that they deserve respect

Don't directly complain about the abuser other than phrasing it along the lines of "I don't know... I just don't think that behavior you're describing is exactly ok, that's not how I'd want to treat people", but keep it very loose

When they brought up feelings like being gaslit I didn't say, "yeah, you 100% are", I said "why don't we look into it together?" and then found them information on things like DARVO phrasing it more like "huh, this seems like it's kind of interesting" and not "this is exactly how that scumbag treats you"

I was also lucky enough to be able to connect them to someone I know on here that has a good relationship kinda phrasing it like "this person's married and seems to know stuff about relationships, why don't you talk to them about some of the stuff you're feeling?", and then that person was kind enough to have their friend group take in the person I was trying to help

In a lot of ways I think that was one of the most important things was getting them into a supportive group of people, not letting them be isolated like their abuser wanted so they had a lot of people gently pushing back against what was happening

I'm very glad to say they got away from that person, they're a lot happier now and seem in a lot healthier company. So I have some experience with this which more or less agrees with everything above

Don't push, don't tell them what's going on, ask leading questions that will let them say what's happening (very very causally, again like saying "why don't we look up gaslighting together?"). Try to get them connected to anything that will make them less isolated

Most of all though just make it clear that actually you think they make a lot of sense. Someone's trying to tear them down, you need to be working just as hard to build them up

Validate feelings, tell them how you see why they're upset, things like that

Finally... much as you just want to solve it, this isn't instant. It took months, maybe even close to a year after they first said stuff that made me realize how bad it was and since I started trying to get them out of that before they finally ended it

At no point did I say "I think you should break up", at no point did I try and put any timelimit or things or rush stuff. I was just in their corner for as long as it took

In the end, that's all you can really do. Be in their corner, make sure they know you're being them 100%

It sucks, but everything else has to be on their time

Aro culture is seeing the signs that your friend is in a toxic relationship but they refuse to acknowledge it when you tell them and say "we're in love, you wouldn't get it"

hey, something I've noticed is that people... don't know how to bring up signs of toxicity. and the thing is, the major "do not" is to directly call the relationship abusive/toxic, or the other(s) in it such, which is also the thing almost everyone I talk to says they did in your position.

quoting from a New York state gov site about domestic violence:

Here are some examples of how you can Start the Conversation: - “I noticed that sometimes [insert partner’s name] does this [insert concerning tactic that you’ve seen]. Does that happen a lot? How does that make you feel?” - “I’m concerned about your safety. Is it okay if we talk about it?” - “I’m so glad you told me about [insert disclosure of abuse]. How can I help or support you? What do you need?” - “I noticed lately that you’ve been [insert survivor’s behavior like “getting hurt a lot lately” or “not going out as much”]. Is everything okay? If you ever want to talk about it, I’m here for you.” - “I know this can be really hard to talk about. I promise I believe you and won’t judge any of your choices or experiences. I care about you and just want you to be safe.” - “I recently read/watched/heard [insert book, article, movie, podcast about domestic violence]. Have you read/seen/heard it? What do you think?”

These are all adaptable to toxic relationships, high control groups like cults, and generally, someone experiencing distress. For example,

"I've noticed that sometimes [person/group/work] does [concerning tactic, addressed as factually as possible. ie, talking over you, making jokes you don't seem to enjoy, grabbing you, etc, NOT 'being a bitch']. Does that happen a lot? How do you feel about it?

Then, DO NOT say how you feel about it without letting them speak! Don't launch into "I saw them do it 8 times today, and I think you're ignoring it because you think you love them, and that's bad!" Let them tell you what they notice, do not blame them for staying, and do not call the situation bad until they do!

If they say, "oh, I don't think it's that bad/that frequent.", you don't have to agree, but you could say, "I thought it happened a few times today, but if you aren't worried, I'll try not to push. Just know you can always talk to me if it does change."

If you DO push too far, and that happens, be careful. The main problems from that are 1) they feel like you're judging them, so they stop engaging with you. 2) they tell the abusive group, who WILL try to stop them from contact with you, 3) this actually pushes them FURTHER into the toxic situation, because now someone who cares is inaccessible. Dial it back.

"I'm sorry I came across so strong. I shouldn't have been so accusatory, I was worried and got carried away. You can always talk to me if things change, but I shouldn't have gone about it like that even if it were that bad."

Good luck.

[sleepylaing]

imperfection

You didn't know that other people's beauty could give you goosebumps, but it looks like it really can, because it's happening to you right now.

Beautiful. Insanely.

“Kotoha-chan, Kotoha-chan!” you say loudly from the doorway instead of greeting, trying to catch your breath. The door behind you slams shut with a clang as you pull on it with all your might.

As you run up to the counter, you grip the edge of it with slim fingers and lean forward. Kotoha doesn't look impressed; she raises an eyebrow and looks at your mussed appearance — the messy hair streaming down your shoulders and back, the white apron pushed to the side, the loose bow in your hair, ready to fall off any minute.

“What is it?” she asks, wiping the glass in her hand.

Your eyes sparkle, you lick your lips excitedly, and ask her:

“Do you have that lemon syrup? Mine ran out, and the desserts need to be out in two hours... Could you borrow some?”

“And seriously? Why are you here?”

Your eyes narrow in surprise, but the next moment you're grinning broadly.

“Ah, you caught me!” you laugh and rub your neck.

“Spill it already...” Tachibana sighs. “I have a bunch of customers today.”

“Oh?” you gasp and hurry to look around. You can barely keep yourself from shrinking back as several pairs of attentive eyes stare at you. You were so caught up in the conversation that you didn't even notice the other people here.

Oh, you didn't even check your appearance before you came here! You worked at the pastry shop across from Pothos, so you'd often stop by Tachibana's place to chat when you were on break-or-bored-or-lonely. She was the only person your age who could handle your never-ending stream of words. In the past, you were often told you were too loud and disruptive, so you really tried not to be, but you couldn't help yourself sometimes. And yet Tachibana never said anything like that to you. She might sigh heavily, roll her eyes, or even hit you with a broom if you stayed too long, but she never said you were too much.

You sincerely thought of her as a friend. And you sincerely hoped she felt the same about you.

So you often didn't even bother to change out of your uniform into something else, and just ran to her to tell her the latest news about the beautiful brooch you'd seen on one of your customers, or how you were out of milk again and had to leave the store to its fate and run to the stall for a new one.

Your cheeks flush with embarrassment as you look around at the small group of boys sitting at the tables. They were dressed in black uniforms with green pieces, and you knew they were Furin students. Among them, you only knew Umemiya (because he was obviously a frequent visitor to Pothos like you), Tsubaki (who you'd met when you'd accidentally found a earring on the road, and then it turned out to be his, and you'd been talking to him ever since), Hiragi (who you'd jokingly called a shark for his teeth, and who'd jokingly threatened to shred you with them once), and a couple of others.

“Yo!”, Umemiya waves at you from his seat.

“Ah, hello, Umemiya-senpai!” you greet with a smile. Your gaze slides over to the others: the boy with the unusual hair color who wasn't looking at you, ducking into his plate of omurice, the sullen boy with long hair who was sitting with his back to you, and the Hiragi sitting across from him who nodded at you in greeting. Nodding back, you looked over to the third table, where a blond-haired, cute young man was sitting with a notebook in his hands. His honeyed eyes darted back and forth between you and the book in his hands every second, and you could hear his soft, confused mumbling.

“...hair, white apron, NN pastry shop uniform, cute bow in her hair... Pretty... seems to be very well acquainted with Kotoha-san, also knows Umemiya-san and Hiragi-san...”

Your cheeks blush even more as you realize the meaning of his words. Was he... recording information about you? Was there anything about you that would be interesting to know?

And did he... just call you... p-pretty?

Your hands automatically begin to nervously adjust your clothes and hair. You swallow the bubbling anxiety.

Suddenly, a soft, apologetic voice caresses your ears.

“Please forgive him. Nirei-kun wasn't doing it on purpose. He always acts like that when he meets someone interesting. Please don't be offended by him.”

Your breath catches as you shift your gaze to the speaker. Dark maroon hair, thin lips curved into a good-hearted smile, a black patch over his right eye. You didn't know that other people's beauty could give you goosebumps, but it looks like it really can, because it's happening to you right now.

Beautiful. Insanely.

You try your hardest not to stutter as you answer him:

“I-it's okay! I'm not offended, really! You don't need to say sorry. You're first-years, right? It's nice to meet you!”

The beautiful boy nods and smiles at you again. You find that smile murderously angelic and mesmerizing, and you can't bring yourself to take your eyes off him. Your heart flutters behind your ribs, and you don't even try to quiet its pounding.

“Likewise,” he replies to your surprise, still examining you with his curious gaze. You feel like steam is about to come out of your ears.

A shuddering, almost reverent breath comes out of your mouth, and you suddenly realize that you didn't seemed to be breathing at all before. The beautiful boy stares at you for a moment, then winks playfully and turns away.

Something hot explodes inside you. Maybe it's your skin that's overheated from his gaze and now there's a burn on your cheek, maybe it's your insides twisted into one big screaming lump, maybe it's your weak heart that's exploded inside and is now clumsily trying to put itself back together again.

You open your mouth to say something else, but close it almost immediately, realizing that your tongue isn't listening, and all the unspoken words are jumbled together. Suddenly your head is just a deafening void and a tangle of confused thoughts. The other boy's smile is still frozen in front of your eyes, and you force yourself to turn away and not stare at the back of his head.

Beautiful back of his head.

You bite your tongue, trying to sober up. What is wrong with you? You've always been a little distracted and you knew it, but not to this extent?

“Finished at last?”

You almost jump at Kotoha's calm voice. She's already done with the cleanup and is leaning on the counter, looking at you with a sly squint.

“Finished what?”

“Staring at him,” she grins, already predicting your reaction.

“N-no-nothing like that! Don't make things up, Kotoha-chan!”, you exclaim. Your just-cooled cheeks flush a soft pink color again. You tuck your hair behind your ears and adjust your apron again. You touch the back of your head and untie the loose bow. Jesus, all this time you've been like this while this beautiful boy has been looking at you?

It's such a shame. You won't be surprised if he never looks at you after this again.

Of course he won't. What makes you think you can be liked by such a beautiful boy?

What makes you think anyone can like you?

Your shoulders slump dejectedly. Your eyes settle on the scrubbed floor. You swallow again with an obscure, but now much more bitter anxiety.

“There was something you wanted to tell me, right?” asks Tachibana. You slowly lift your head. There's something soft in her voice. As if she somehow noticed that you were upset and now wants to cheer you up.

A shy smile blossoms on your lips. It's not as wide as before, but it's probably the most sincere you've smiled all day.

“Mhm,” you moo in agreement, remembering why you came here in the first place. “Will you come over to me for a sleepover tonight? My dad's on a business trip again, I don't want to sleep alone.”

At the beginning of your friendship, you didn't want to admit that you were lonely. Tachibana was your only true friend. At first you tried to lie to her that you just wanted to try cooking some new recipe with her and then casually ask her to stay over or do homework together, but eventually she realized something was wrong and figured you out. You had to confess that you hated being alone, that the walls of your cold house were weighing you down, and that you'd rather sit in a pastry shop all night than spend another night in that place.

You were prepared for her to be disgusted, to push you away, to call you weird for not even being able to sit quietly in your own home like so many others before her. And how genuinely surprised you were when she hugged you and told you it was okay. That she didn't know what you were going through and therefore had no right to judge you. That she would be happy to come to you and you could talk to her.

At that moment, you realized that you would probably never have a friend as wonderful as Tachibana ever again.

“Sure, what time?”

You jumped up happily and raked her palms into an armful. “After my shift, I'll come and pick you up!”

She nods and you let her go, stepping away from the counter. Unintentionally, your eyes slip to the table in the corner. With sweaty palms, you notice that the beautiful boy is already looking at you. You give him a weak nod and almost fly out the door. The ringing of the doorbell lingers in your eardrums. After taking a few steps, you gradually break into a sprint, stopping only as you close the door to the shop behind you.

You try to catch your breath, but it's no use. Your chest is still burning, and you put your hand over your heart, hoping it will at least calm down a little.

To distract yourself, you look around the glass windows.

Suddenly a thought hits you like an arrow.

“Oh, I never got her lemon syrup. I have to go back.”

***

That same night at a sleepover at your house, you hide under your blanket and shyly ask Kotoha what the name of that beautiful boy with the bandage and the enchanting gaze was.

Kotoha smiles slyly and tells you.

“Suo Hayato. Your future boyfriend, I hope.”

[joysisland]

I know konig is socially awkward but just because he can't keep a conversation going it doesn't mean he can't be an asshole. long blurb about mean!konig x f!personal assistant!reader part 2?

Hear me out, we're talking about a MAN who's taller than 6 feet, whose job is his whole life and has never known anything other than that. He's cocky, and let's be honest he's probably experiencing a mid life crisis (he can't fathom how he lived long enough to see 40) plus he's a colonel so he probably thinks his word is law in all aspects. He's sooo mean. mean and disgustingly hot.

He's been in the military since he graduated from highschool so all things considered I think he's really proud of how far he's come, being a colonel and all, but in a way which makes it clear as day that he bases his value on his job. He's working on it.

I think he's mean especially with rookies or generally soldiers with a lower rank than him. Like there's a solid difference in the almost patronising way he treats a private, talking to them like they're kids who still have to learn about the world, dismissing them as soon as he can because he simply thinks their opinions aren't valuable, AND the way he treats other colonels or the captain, with whom he definitely has had conversations about how rookies are absolutely useless and annoying, before immediately switching to bragging about the outcome of a recent mission like they personally did the dirty work. König is one of the few colonels who aren't entitled brats (yet).

Of course love hasn't really been his top priority. His job keeps him away from home for months at a time and he simply couldn't care less about putting some effort into a relationship. Not that he couldn't get a girl, cus he's handsome, but his social anxiety and his emotional support hood don't exactly help him.

Once for a split second he had a change of heart, thinking about settling down for good, finally being good to someone special, cherish them, but... the woman didn't even know who he was, and apparently delivering flowers to a girls doorstep everyday for 6 months is nowadays considered stalking. Nothing like it was in the good ol' days. He now has a restraining order.

So ultimately he decided on it: no missus.

That didn't mean harmless fun hookups were off the table. So he did just that, until a new lieutenant was introduced to him by another colonel. He really couldn't care less about hearing whatever it was that the other man was saying, he had better things to do, reports to file, people to debrief, but the colonel went on describing her amazing results. Something something excellent leadership, something something astonishing precision and time management... he fell asleep by the third "you'll never believe how great-!" but once he looked up from his paperwork to see her face as she introduced herself he swore he'd seen her somewhere before...

he simply nodded as he shook her hand, her name already forgotten.

"where have we already met eachother?"

"the bar right across from base sir"

Oh.

He carried on like nothing happened - after all it happened before she was his direct subordinate. She was a good lay at that, the woman was fierce to say the least and it scratched an itch he didn't know existed. Just when he was thinking about that he was snapped out of his daydream.

"so I'll leave her to ya, König, being your assistant will do her good"

HUH? excuse him?

That already annoyed König out of his mind, and the sight of her almost hopeful face really put the last nail in her coffin. She'd be gone by next week. He crossed his arms and leaned back on his office chair and instantly got reminded of the budget that kept his chair creaking every time he had the audacity to even slightly shift - and yet money was eagerly spent on hiring this lieutenant he didn't even need.

He sighed and gave her a condescending look "look. I don't need an assistant to keep track of my schedule or to organise my papers. A coffee in the morning will be enough, half a packet of sugar."

At the lack of a quick response he added "if I were you I'd get out of this "job" real quick. I don't need you."

Just as she recovered from his foul mouth and opened her mouth to speak up, rather annoyed, he interrupted her again "you can go now." and then he resumed reading his papers.

....

"oh com'on könig, just give her a chance!" said the annoying, assistantless colonel with a shit eating grin.

König could bet his right kidney that he placed her with him on purpose, just to get under his skin, the prick. But instead of crashing out and slapping off the grin from his face he followed his therapist's words, taking a deep breath, which came out as a deep sigh, and rolled his eyes as he stood by the coffee machine, remaking the shit one he had this morning. "She should start by making my coffee properly." he rambled on, definitely stressed. way too stressed for his salary.

"she could start by giving you tips on strategies that keep your team in one piece."

That was a low blow - the past week Königs team had nearly made it out of a building as it disintegrated because of a communication error. emphasis on communication. An error he'd spot almost too late. He should've known better but still...

They should just give him a bonus every month for the emotional damage of mobbing by the way he was feeling his right hand close in a fist. "and you could start by shutting the fuck up"

That ended it, for now.

que for the infamous assistant to join the conversation.

"colonel König, I have -" she stopped in her tracks as she noted the tension. then resumed, more strong willed, that almost hopeful look not yet gone from her face "I have already revised and organized the reports you gave me and I was thinking about the-"

"not the right moment lieutenant." he cut her off. "I will hear your nonsense later."

Oh no he didn't. "Look, I'm tired of looking after your fucking meaningless reports you old shite! If you just listened-" she started, a condescending look away from really snapping at him.

"are you quitting right now?" he said, dangerously calm and collected.

"I wish I could" she scoffed.

"I'll help you out then, you're fired. Don't say I never land a hand to the younglings."

This motherfucker ...

[miyamiwu]

Previously, I talked about Shang Chao’s and Xia Qing’s contrasting ideologies on what kind of hero Yang Cheng should be. Gist of that post is that to Xia Qing, Yang Cheng and E-Soul are different people. But to Shang Chao, there is no difference between them; Yang Cheng is E-Soul and vice versa.

So isn’t it just interesting that on the night Yang Cheng became a hero, Xia Qing—despite actually already knowing that it was Yang Cheng under the mask, as revealed in Episode 6—she called out the name E-Soul instead. Meanwhile, Shang Chao, who has only just learned the truth, called Yang Cheng by his real name with no hesitation.

It’s small moments like these that really convince me that Shang Chao is the right person for Yang Cheng. He’s just so naturally in sync with what Yang Cheng needs, and at that moment, Yang Cheng needed acknowledgement of himself as a person. Sure, he just did some superhero stuff, but the name Xiao Youzi called out back then was still E-Soul. That Trust point may have given him the boost to defeat his enemies, but it didn’t really do much to raise his self-esteem.

It’s just like that time he got asked out by Xia Qing while in his E-Soul costume. He also didn’t feel good about that:

So Shang Chao’s presence at the end of Episode 6 was very timely.

On the night Yang Cheng became a hero, the first person to call him by his real name and acknowledge that it was him, Yang Cheng the person, who did all those stuff, was Shang Chao.

Not the kid he saved. Not the girl he’s always had a crush on. But Shang Chao.

And what’s more affirming than being personally acknowledged by someone whom you think is superior than you in every way?

Xia Qing is nice, but she pays too much attention to Yang Cheng’s weaknesses instead of his strengths, and that doesn’t really help our Yang Cheng, who already has low self-esteem. Pity is the last thing he wants from her.

Shang Chao is different. At this point, he doesn’t know much about Yang Cheng. He only sees the diamond in the rough, while the people closer to Yang Cheng are being too careful with the dirt around it. But Yang Cheng doesn’t need to be reminded of the dirt; he knows that himself all too well. What he needs is to be made aware of the diamond within him. Shang Chao’s verbal encouragement and proactive support help with that.

This becomes clearer as Yang Cheng starts cooperating with Shang Chao:

Xia Qing is a realist who will point out the cons, while Shang Chao charges ahead optimistically in spite of the difficulties. His wealth and privilege allows him to do so, and by extension, it also gives Yang Cheng the resources he needs to give things a try. But more importantly, it also gives him the courage to dream:

Before he started working with Shang Chao, Yang Cheng didn’t even have any plans for the future:

But Shang Chao took him by the hand and opened his eyes to what he is capable of:

He gives him concrete steps on how he can act like a hero.

And also outlines a clear future for Yang Cheng.

At surface level, it may seem like Shang Chao is just imposing what he wants on Yang Cheng, but I don’t think that’s the case.

Yang Cheng had zero trust points his whole life. Nobody really expected anything from him. So Shang Chao clearly stating what he wants from him and fully believing that he can do it, although new and confusing, should be not unpleasant.

Because at last there’s someone who believes in him. Someone who isn’t just a random number on his wrist. Someone who actually sees him and supports him every step of the way with concrete actions.

Shang Chao is exactly the person Yang Cheng needs.

[dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling]

wave hii! Can i have lizzy(murder drones), with an anxious disassembly drone who abandoned her old group? (and potentially platonic headcanons with same reader with n and uzi?)

I've wanted to write something like this for awhile, but didn't know if people would like it!

If you like my work, please consider commissioning me or leaving a tip on Ko-fi (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

Lizzy, N and Uzi & abandoned disassembly drone Reader

Lizzy

★ The first time you met, Lizzy wasn't scared of you. She was more offended. Were you following her? Stalking her? Stop it, weirdo! You wanted to kill and eat her. But she yelled at you so loudly, you ran away in a panic. Giving up.

★ Once it's clear you're not going to kill her, she starts treating you like a new bestie. Bringing you around the colony and giving you new clothes to try on. She brags to you about knowing more disassembly drones. "Yeah, I totally know two other disassembly drones. No big deal."

★ You don't really have social skills. You're old team didn't like talking to you. So, Lizzy takes it upon herself to teach you. Starting with texting! "So, basically, that winky face meant she was flirting with you. No, don't send her a skull emoji!"

N

★ You, like him, weren't treated well by your team. The moment he realizes you were abandoned, N feels terrible for you. He knows what that feels like. But now that he's here, and you'll never feel lonely again. "Don't worry buddy. I wont leave you alone!"

★ If you try pushing him away, he doesn't give up. He just tries harder. He'll never leave you behind. Even if you want nothing to do with him. You're his new best friend! He even added you to the group chat with Uzi, V, Thad and Lizzy.

★ No matter how broken you might feel, N refuses to let you believe your beyond helping. Whenever you seem lost in thought, he says "The mean voice in your head is lying." In a attempt to ground you. He has a way of making you believe in yourself.

Uzi

★ Uzi doesn't trust you at first. She tried getting you to fight her. "If your gonna stick around, I need to know what I'm working with." Wanting to test your limits. You couldn't do it though. She was watching you. Freezing mid-swing, the stage fright was just too much.

★ When you tell her what happened with your team, the pieces come together in her head. You were abandoned because you don't work well under pressure. You're different. just like her. After figuring it out, she tries being nicer to you.

★ She shares some of her coping skills with you. "Have you tried screaming at the sky? That helps me, sometimes." Genuinely believing that it'll help. "Just punch something. Have a emo meltdown, I do it all the time." Uzi isn't the great at emotional support, but she tries.

[emphasisonthehomo]

Suck it Saturday!

I was tagged by @setmeatopthepyre~

I've been working on popstar!au, and it's getting spoilery so I haven't been posting too much.

So have some more of Evan Buckley being traumatized! This bit is long, it's basically the finished scene.

Trigger warning for aftermath of physical assault, and general stalker/unhinged fan behavior.

(Part One)

(Part Two)

•

“Do you want a drink?” Tommy asks steadily, his voice calm even as his eyes are too wide, darting around Buck’s face, “Are you thirsty?”

“Where the fuck is the EMT?” Joe turns to bellow down the hallway.

“How did you–?” Buck’s tongue feels too big for his mouth.

“I was talking to Bobby when it came in on the radio,” Tommy says, cracking the seal on the water bottle and then pressing it into Buck’s hands.

Tommy’s mouth is a thin line, and his hands are so warm. Buck can feel the calluses from years of drumming against his knuckles as Tommy gives him the water. Buck doesn’t need help drinking, not really. The shaking in his hands lessen, as Tommy’s fingertips slides against his wrist. He sips.

The EMT arrives with a veritable crowd of people. Hen, Chim, Eddie–

“Back off, back off,” She snarls as she gets close, a bag hitting the floor heavily as she drops to her knees. 

Tommy’s on his feet and backing off. The bottle jerks in Buck’s hands, sending a slosh of water onto the floor. 

“I’m fine,” Buck manages, tearing his eyes away from everyone else’s horrified expressions to look at the EMT, “I think it’s just a scratch.”

“Let me make that call,” she says, pulling a glove on with a snap.

Her name is Letty, and she wipes Buck’s throat with an alcohol swab that makes him hiss. She asks him what his name is, who the president is, and peers at his pupils. He was right, it is just a scratch. It looks worse than it is. That doesn’t stop the sickly silence from filling the crowded hallway as she cleans him off and then smooths a bandage over his neck.

“No major damage,” She says, “You feel okay?”  

“I’m fine,” Buck repeats with a hurried nod.  

Embarrassment is starting to creep in. His face feels hot. He’s hyperaware that half of his crew and his entire band is crowded around him. He stands as Letty does. There are three fat splotches of blood on his shirt, with more smeared around the collar. Not a lot, but enough to be obvious, especially since he’s wearing a pastel lavender.

It’s like there’s a bubble around him, a space in the hallway where it’s just him, the EMT, and the linoleum. The water bottle on the floor, a puddle around it. Buck doesn’t remember setting it down. Eddie’s eyes are huge. Hen’s holding Chimney’s hand tightly.

“Is everyone else okay?” Buck asks, just speaking to the hallway in general, “No one else was hurt?”

“Well that crazy bitch broke a nail,” Joe says with no remorse, “But no one else in the crowd was hurt.”

“Th-there was a kid behind her in line,” Buck swallows thickly, “She seemed really scared–”

“She was with her dad,” Bobby says, materializing out of seemingly nowhere, “She’s fine Buck. Everyone is fine.”

“Okay,” Buck nods, inhales sharply, “O-okay. Good. Good, I’m glad. Did you get the names? I wanna. I gotta at least send an autograph–”

“We’ve got the names,” Bobby steps forward and pats Buck on the shoulder. Buck sags into it, “Don’t worry about that right now.”

The bubble pops. Eddie pulls him into a careful one-armed hug, and then Hen does, and then Chim. Tommy ducks down to pick up the water bottle that Buck abandoned at some point. Between one blink and the next, the crowd is dispersing. Another blink, and Buck’s being ushered down the hall. Another blink, and he’s in the green room. Tommy presses the bottle of water back into his hands.

“I’m okay,” Buck says, sitting gingerly down on one of the couches.

He reaches up and touches his neck again, feels the scratch of gauze and tape against his fingertips. Hen sits down next to him on the couch, and carefully lifts his chin so she can look as well. Buck remembers that she spent some time as an EMT herself, back when being a musician required her to have more than one job.

“What’s the damage, doc?” Buck asks, forcing levity into his voice.

“You’ll live,” Hen says seriously, her brow furrowing.

“Are you still on for tonight?” It’s Bobby. He sits down on the arm of the couch, and crosses his own arms across his chest.

Bobby asks the question carefully and calmly, like whatever the answer is will be fine. It takes Buck a few seconds too understand exactly what the question is.   

“Of course,” Now its Buck’s turn to furrow his brows, “I’m not canceling, are you crazy? Doors open in an hour.”

Cancelling on such short notice is a logistical nightmare, not even mentioning the PR shitshow it’ll bring. Everything is already unloaded; the stage is set. Malinda and her crew are doing soundcheck right now. Canceling means re-scheduling, and right now that means it’ll probably be a good 9 months before Buck’s back in town. Bobby inhales and does the little nod he pulls out when he disagrees, but doesn’t think it’s worth the argument to push the issue.

“You sure?” Eddie asks, hovering awkwardly over Bobby’s shoulder.

“I’m fine,” Buck says insistently, “It was just a scratch. Joe got me out of there.”

There is a very long moment where no one says anything. Tommy’s staring at Buck like the words coming out of his mouth aren’t making sense.

“If you’re sure,” Bobby says eventually, “We may be a little behind schedule then. A few police officers are going to collect statements from you and the people who were at the meet and greet.”

“Seriously?” Buck blinks at him.

“Yes,” Bobby says firmly, and Buck knows that he’s going to put his foot down about this at least, “You were assaulted. You’re giving a statement.”

[rattusrattus3]

bro im the same way about people trying to tell me im autistic like hi i didn't ask ur opinion!! its weird and a common overstep of boundaries ??! nobody ive seen rly talks about that so ya. i hear u fr

RHAhhhhhhhhh thank u for this comment. i’ve been thinking about this a lot lately and been working on a script for it but i’m also worried its not productive to post/won’t be helpful/will be harmful ... but since u sent this ask, im gonna give a little spiel. (aka copy pasting stuff from my script im working on)

The history of psychiatry is FULL of pathologizing people who don't conform.

I want to be really clear about something: I’m not anti-label. I’m not here to shame anyone for seeking a diagnosis, or self diaognosing as autistic, ADHD, or otherwise neurodivergent. For many people, those words offer community, validation, and access to care. I fully support people embracing the language that helps them feel understood.

what I don’t support is being labeled by others—without my consent.

I’m not in denial. I have my own suspicions, my own experiences, my own rhythms and ways of being. But I’ve also made the intentional choice not to seek a diagnosis—not because I think it’s shameful, but because I don’t want or need it to understand myself. My brain is mine. I like it, & I don’t need a category to validate it/understand how it works.

mental illness is real. neurodivergence is real. but a lot of what makes them unbearable is the world we’re expected to function in. the goal shouldn’t be “how do I fix myself?” but “why is the world so hostile to softness, fluctuation, and need?”

Like ... labels should be helpful, if your autism diagnosis or finding out what autism traits you related to made YOU feel more comfortable, more understanding and able to express yourself, that’s amazing, I am happy for you!!!! It’s not that I’m ignorant of WHY people think I’m autistic. It’s just. Not how I personally choose to understand my brain! I don’t relate to the label ! I’m sorry!!! I’m happy if you do, but the label does not feel helpful to me or like I chose it for myself;.

Let me flap my hands. Let me lose my train of thought. Let me stim or fidget or spiral without assuming I’ve failed some unspoken neurotypical standard—or passed some secret test that earns me some neurodivergent badge. Let people have their brains. Without labeling them. Without “diagnosing” them. Without turning the spectrum of human behavior into a taxonomy of correctness.

There’s a difference between self-recognition and social labeling. Some people find immense relief in terms like ADHD or autism—it helps them understand their needs, find community, and access care. That’s WONDERFUL!!!! That’s valid.

But not everyone wants, needs, or benefits from those labels. And no one should be pressured into claiming an identity that doesn’t resonate, just because someone else finds it familiar.

I am trying to create space that doesn’t require proof of suffering or identity to be treated with basic respect and care. 

let people have their brains. without diagnosis, without moral panic, without gatekeeping or pathologizing.

Neurodiversity also includes people who choose not to label themselves. Mental health acceptance MUST include the right to decline categorization, to refuse treatment, to not be coerced—by the state, by the medical system, or by strangers on the internet who think they’re being supportive.

If we truly want a more inclusive world, we need to move away from the idea that diagnosis = identity, or that only labeled brains are allowed to be strange, brilliant, scattered, or alive in ways that don’t fit the mold.

ps i think autistic people are super cool! i think adhd folks are awesome! i just don't relate to those labels as a way of understanding myself....

also, foucault talking about the body and brain and how they are medicalized seriously radicalized me .. this vid might be handy for anyone curious (its 8 min and a good intro IMO) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BBJTeNTZtGU

[gayerthebetter]

I'm seeing so many people ask why Dip and Pip picked "so long, london" with some people even joking it's just for the name and nothing to do with the lyrics, but what if I told you that wasn't true at all (or I don't see it that way anyway lol)

First, if you have never heard the song, now is the time to pop it on and jump into my madness with me. Second thing is if you do know the song and the idea behind writing it for Taylor I want you to forget it lol, we're starting new… kind of.

See this song for both Dan and Taylor is about a break up, only the break up for Dan wasn't a romance one because in his case the break up was between him and us/youtube and how the hiatus had to happen. (now before we keep going, I just want to say that I am not saying Dan hates us or youtube, so plz no jumping to that)

Now let's jump into why that is!

"I saw in my mind fairy lights through the mist I kept calm and carried the weight of the rift"

Dan said before that he always knew II was a goodbye, that he was giving us everything he had so he could leave, for him leaving and the freedom to be himself and find out who he really was, something he said he didn't really know, was the fairy lights he could see at the end and was the thing to keep him going.

"I didn't opt in to be your odd man out I founded the club she's heard great things about I left all I knew, you left me at the house by the Heath"

Now we're onto the Youtube part, because of Dan's video we know that Youtube "loved" Dan after he came out and did use him to look good all as they told him they wanted to do all his ideas with him, ideas he said himself other people were wanting to make but that he turned down becuase he loved Youtube and wanted to work with them, ideas that he thought if he just did what they wanted they would help make real, ideas that they would all but ghost him about until they needed the next thing off him.

"I stopped CPR, after all it's no use The spirit was gone, we would never come to And I'm pissed off you let me give you all that youth for free"

Dan "stopped CPR" aka he quit youtube, he gave them everything only to see it was never going to happen so he was done with them and went off to start doing the ideas himself, first idea being his tour WAD (i hope for the show so much, i would work for free tbh)

Now let's get back to us, the fans.

"And you say I abandoned the ship But I was going down with it My white knuckle dying grip Holding tight to your quiet resentment"

Since the hiatus it was and sometimes still is very much talked about how it was Dan's fault, after all he didn't want to be "dan and phil" anymore, he didn't want to do the gaming channel even as Phil was trying to get him to do just one little video here or there, even some people were hating on his new work becuase in their eyes he "abandoned" the phandom to do that.

Only the fun and joy we got from everything they did back then wasn't always the same for Dan and Phil, with Dan even saying that back in the day people trying to find out if he was gay was retraumatizing, and how he felt like he was lying to everyone and didn't even know who he was outside of dan and phil.

We didn't know just how hard Dan was fighting to keep going, and that when he got out, the very idea of going back to the way things were was awful to him (good news is they said themselves that everything is better and more fun now, and they can just be themselves now!)

"So how much sad did you think I had, Did you think I had in me? How much tragedy? Just how low did you think I'd go? Before I'd self-implode Before I'd have to go be free"

This is once more talking about how Dan couldn't keep on going and you could also see it as how using your sadness for your art (like dan's vids) can only go so far before you're empty of anything at all, or you want to be happy and you have to let things go, sometimes your art, to do that, at least until you can work with something other then your own pain, you need to work with hope and joy and everything in you not just the bad.

"You swore that you loved me but where were the clues? I died on the altar waiting for the proof You sacrificed us to the gods of your bluest days And I'm just getting color back into my face I'm just mad as hell cause I loved this place"

Now you can see this both to youtube and to us, the idea of "love" but it not really being felt or shown and how dan got better but there still a sadness because he did love it all even in the bad times.

"For so long, London Had a good run A moment of warm sun But I'm not the one So long, London Stitches undone Two graves, one gun You'll find someone"

So in my mind London is youtube and the old phandom and the ways it felt with all the good and all the bad but that the best thing they ever did was leave.

(once again this is just a post I made becuase i like reading into songs way 2 much , also dan and phil had both said again and again that they loved us then and now so plz don't think i am trying to say they hate us or youtube, i really think they are having the most fun ever doing youtube like this)

[nemiepies]

Hi everyone, it’s come to my attention that I have been talked about pretty terribly in a popular server by a handful of people when they thought no one was looking. I am incredibly hurt, disappointed, and confused as to why me and my situation was mocked. When I came out and asked the community for help, I made it clear that I was incredibly embarrassed and anxious about doing so and now my worst fears have come true in the form of a chat leak. I will be sharing the screenshots that were sent to me and addressing what I feel is appropriate.

Hi @gloryride I do believe this is our first interaction as I have no clue who you are. If you didn't want to donate you didn't have to of course but calling me a beggar and implying that I was not working hard to provide for myself before asking for help is extremely uncalled for and strange to say the least.

I wasn't "expecting" anyone to give me money. In fact I didn't expect any help at all and just ended up being pleasantly surprised. I'm glad you were able to quickly find a job when faced with a similar situation but I was not, and not for lack of trying.

@wingdeer @cybervesna Hello! I didn’t offer to take comms because I didn’t have access to my computer/wifi for more than half the time I had the GoFundMe active and even before that due to severe weather conditions in my area. I was doing everything I could have possibly been doing from my end. That was the entire point of me having made the GoFundMe. I WAS out of options and no I was never sitting on my ass waiting for people to give me money. If you had any questions or concerns beyond gossiping about me I would have happily addressed them for no other reason than you cared enough to ask for the sake of transparency :).

@cybervesna some of the things said by you were just mean spirited and misinformed. NO I did not "wish" to be evicted nor am I a "delusion e-girl" begging for money because I'm lazy and didn't want to do anything. What an odd thing to say. I understand that as a non American its hard for you to believe that landlords aren't filled with rainbows and butterflies surely, however, my leasing department refused to work with me at all no and in the end I had to leave. Its as simple as that and not uncommon in the US. If you donated any money please DM a receipt so that I can give it back.

Hi @synth-peach! Its really odd you had more empathy for my cat than for me! Thought I would take the time to let you know that my cat is okay despite you seemingly believing I did nothing to help her or myself and just sat on my ass doing vp. If you donated any money please DM a receipt so that I can give it back.

Hi! @ https://x.com/Heruhhh_v (n4n4.png)

I never had any intentions of asking the community for help whatsoever. The reason why beanie set up the GoFundMe in my name was because I couldn’t bring myself to ask for help. I don’t know what type of issues these women have with beanie or why because I’ve never been a part of cyberpunk drama. I pretty much keep to myself. I have a very small circle in this community that I would call friends and I don’t even talk to them on a day-to-day basis. it feels like I’ve been roped into this as some sort of leverage to go against beanie and again I don’t know the history there but they absolutely did nothing wrong here.

I'm not sure how setting the goal to 4K makes me look bad. I never expected it to reach that amount. It didn’t even get to half so I’m not sure what the issue is. We set it to 4K because neither of us had any dealings with GoFundMe before and didn’t know what to set it to. I needed over 2000 for my rent alone not to mention utilities and food for both me and my cat so 4K seemed appropriate. Again, I didn’t even get close to that amount so I’m not sure why that’s being harped on. I also think its strange that you were trivializing my homelessness and comparing me asking for help to you wanting someone to buy you nitro. Very odd behavior! If you needed any justification for my GoFundMe my dms were open. I don't bite :) My health issues are no secret. It’s not something that I like to talk about publicly because of how private it is, but it’s something that has been prevalent in my life and is documented. I mentioned it briefly in my post when I was asking for help so I’m not sure where the narrative that I didn’t actually need help or was just waiting on a handout came from. And yes my health issues did impact my ability to work and find work.

Hera you are a stranger considering me and you have never had a single conversation and I didnt know you existed until the chat leak, I would’ve preferred you not even have opinions of me in private. It’s enough that you chose not to donate but to sit there and gossip about whether or not I really needed the help when I spent over a week in a homeless shelter is crazy. I'm glad you have the luxury of having an emergency fund tho! I can't relate, clearly, I hope a time where you have to use it never comes. ♥

Hi again @cybervesna I understand you are concerned about the help given to me by my so called friends as you put it. Well let me inform you and whoever else it may concern that my friends were helping me in fact Zwei, Beaniebby, and Peachu are the only reason I'm no longer in a homeless shelter and am back safely with my cat. the below screenshots are proof of this.

I think I have made my point with a fraction of the screenshots I received about all of this lol. I had hoped the next time I came on here it would be to once again thank any and everyone who donated to me instead I feel forced to address the narrative that was built in that server and now my biggest concern is making sure that anyone who donated knows without a doubt that it was to me and no one else.

Yes, it was setup by beaniebby however, they made me a co-organizer and I was able to put my banking information in. I received all of the payments. 0004 is the last 4 digits of MY savings account.

Also, I don’t think I ever gave the impression that I wasn’t doing anything for myself and just sitting around waiting for people to donate money to me. I was actively looking for work. I also made it very clear in my initial Tumblr post when I linked the GoFundMe that I did have some health issues which caused me to lose my previous job and I still hadn’t recovered from them fully.

If there was any questions about what I was doing for myself or my ability to contribute to what I needed to get done for both my cat and me it could have been asked privately. I understand being transparent but there's also a safety concern with what you share online and I didn't want to share too much of my private life because people are weird...point proven lol.

During the peak of donations several people reached out privately for more details and I laid it all bare. The people mentioned in this post could have done the same thing if they cared enough to do so. But they didn't. Mainly because this wasn't about whether or not I needed the money and for what reason but because I was just the hottest topic at the time and they thrive on drama. I am deeply disturbed by what I had to see. To the people who spoke on me and the people who were supposed to be my friends and sat back in silence I hope you all heal. It doesn't matter that these things weren't said to my face. They were still said and in the end showed to me. To anyone else who donated, please rest assured knowing nothing about my situation was faked everything I went through was documented privately and if you feel you are owed more details please show me a receipt of your donation and I can answer any questions you have privately.

[skarsjoy]

new interview from Vanity Fair at Cannes:

Alexander Skarsgård Is the Dom, Harry Melling the Sub, and Pillion Their Kinky, Sweet Love Story

The two stars and their director, Harry Lighton, learned many lessons making a movie set in a vivid queer subculture: “It emerges that you can’t just chuck a load of dicks on screen.”

By David Canfield, May 17, 2025

Alex quotes:

Alexander Skarsgård: When I got a little brief from my agents about the project, biker and sub-dom, it just sounded quite intriguing to me…and from our first conversations, he just felt a lot of confidence in me and his vision for the project. I definitely wanted to put on the leather gear and jump into the trenches with it.

In the film, most of the members of the biker gang in the movie are basically playing themselves—they are members of GBMCC. I’m forever grateful and indebted to them for their generosity and support and patience. They told us about their lifestyle, and how they socialize and about these gatherings, when they go out riding together, down to details in terms of the outfits, and the dynamics between the subs and the doms and what that would look like. I credit everything to those guys.

For the actors, what was your comfort level filming the sex scenes going in?

Skarsgård: You can’t just apply the kind of the sub-dom structure to every relationship. I talked to some people who are in sub-dom relationships, and certain aspects of Colin and Ray’s relationship rang very true to them. And others, they’re like, “Well, I know people who have that kind of relationship…” It was just important for us to figure out what worked for us, in between Harry and myself.

I knew that it was going to be graphic, and Harry was very clear on his vision for it—when and how nudity was going to be depicted. I felt that it really served the story, and it made sense to me. I was very, very comfortable with all that. We had a really terrific intimacy coordinator named Robbie [Taylor Hunt] who was there with us the whole way.

Melling: Alex is just the most generous, dreamy scene partner, so what could have been quite a daunting experience couldn’t have been more different, really. When you sort out the choreography of it, which is often the most difficult part—you sort out what everyone’s doing, where their hands are going—and then once action is called, you’re in the world of Colin and Ray.

Skarsgård: I fell in love with Harry from the first second I saw him. He’s just the sweetest, nicest, loveliest human being. I felt comfortable going as far as we needed to go in these situations with him. I also discovered a lot of things about Colin and Ray’s relationship that I didn’t anticipate discovering when we first started working on it. There were these tender, beautiful moments that just happened organically, and some moments that were weird and some moments that were funny. But he was incredibly game, very brave in just throwing himself out there.

Skarsgård: There are orgy scenes in the film, and with a combination of actors and non-actors with different levels of experience in that field, it was great to have Robbie there to kind of help and guide the team.

Skarsgård: The way it’s set up in the script, the audience knows as little about Ray as Colin does, and we kind of maintain that kind of level of mystery around the character. In terms of the specifics of the sub-dom relationship, he’s very clear and very upfront with Colin about what he wants, and that also creates an interesting trajectory for their relationship as the story and the love relationship evolve.