#but lowkey... i'm repairing my relationship with her

[dendroculus]

the dishwasher... kind of an awesome invention actually

[ch3rish-ning]

SAY YOU LOVE ME, 엔하이픈 성훈

— my heart beats , for you only.

(ƒemale ℛeader ‪‪❤︎‬. Sunghoon x reader / fluff, oneshot , kissing ‘) ── .✦ reblogs + wc. 564

A/N: I lowkey enjoyed writing this [>=<]

feedback appreciated ☆

365 days around the clock. Never skipping a beat, a love so refreshing it can never be replicated, so delicate that even the slightest interference can shatter it. You cherish the beauty of it, the thought that a man like him could ever love you so. He's seen all of you. The good, the broken, the damaged that's far beyond repair, yet he saw a girl that was worth loving and a girl that needed someone to sweep her off her feet and make her feel like the most important thing in the world.

Simply because you are, at least in his world. Lying on the bed with limbs tangled together, you caress his hair, loving the silent intimate moments like these. Nothing but soft breathing to fill the silence. Neither of you can barely remember the last time you left the comfort of your home, too wrapped up in one another. "This is nice…" you softly croak out while twirling his hair between your fingers. Looking up at you with his sleepy eyes, he answers, "Yeah?"

"Yeah," you sigh in content, "we do this often, but it feels like it's the first time all over again." Soft laughter bubbles from within him. "You're such a sap, you know?" Playfully hitting his head, you roll back over on your side. "Hey! I'm not a sap...I just like being with you," you smile cheekily.

You always know how to make him flustered with the littlest things you say; that's what made him go crazy about you. You watch as his ears change color from natural to a soft crimson pink, something you've grown fond of in your relationship, making sure to say things more often just to see the change in color. He groans, burying his face in your neck. "Must you always tease me, huh?"

"I can't help it, you know it's what I do best." Grinning from ear to ear, you ruffle his hair up a bit, loving how he always keeps it fluffy. "Remind me why I love you again," he asks teasingly, mumbling under his breath. "Because you know me best, and no one has your heart like I do."

He holds those words close, letting them replay in the back of his mind, feeling a sense of tranquility pass over him; he cups your cheeks softly, pulling you into the sweetest kiss that could make you cry. Lips melting together, you savor the familiar feeling, the familiar sweetness of honey laced in this kiss. Deepening the kiss as he holds you closer, soft sighs escape from your lips.

This is a long-awaited love that you've desired and a feeling that's been imprinted on your skin and engraved in your mind. You simply cannot get enough of it and only desire more as he further opens his heart to you just as you open up yours to him. Pulling away slowly, he searches your eyes with his own low, sleepy ones. Words coming out ever so faintly but still audibly: "I love you."

Heart still skipping a beat as if it's your first time hearing those words again. You allow the words to dance across your mind, never forgetting them: "I love you more." You respond, smiling softly at him. This love is delicate and meant to be cherished always. And you wouldn't have it any other way because your heart beats for him only.

©CH3RISH-NING 2025

[pierroettie]

TWEWY SWAP AU 4/4

SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT they are finally here !!

click to read more !!!!

it's been too long since I've written the last post I lowkey forgot what I'm doing

Beat Bito (swapped with Shiki)

Beat's entry fee- Rhyme's memory of him- is still the same, but Rhyme is no longer a player. Beat would be a lot more upbeat (no pun intended) since Rhyme is still alive. But under that, Beat would struggle with motivation. Dying after an outburst with his family, and dying alone this time, no longer would Beat have the drive to get through the reaper's game to save Rhyme, since she's perfectly fine. I don't think Beat would be depressed enough to the point of being suicidal and giving up completely, but I do think he'd struggle with knowing what he wants and what his goal even is in the first place. Beat would struggle with more self deprecation but swallow it down, and at the end of week one he'd be able to come to terms with himself and move forward.

Beat would encounter Rhyme in the rg, acting as if she didn't just have her brother up and die. He'd get pretty worked up about it before realizing that her memories are gone. Rhyme would feel as though some huge piece of her was missing. After seeing her express this, Beat would collect the courage to beat the game and repair his relationship with his sister.

Beat and Joshua would be reluctant partners who eventually warm up to each other throughout the week. They're like street smarts and book smarts duo. This au doesn't have any specific ships in it though I will say beatjosh may have been my inspiration for making this in the first place lol... but I also just liked the idea of exploring different character dynamics. I don't think Josh can escape the priss kid nickname regardless of what universe he's in.

Design Notes:

For Beat, if you squint you'll see he's wearing like 3 layers but they're all sleeveless lol. I added some pins on his vest as a reference to Shikis design. I gave him pants and changes his shoes a little. Most of my design work for him was purely cosmetic and not for any particular reason.

For Rhyme, the art may look a little off model but she didn't have any forward facing sprites for me to base her off of but shhhhh it's fine. I have her wearing a school uniform with her iconic necklace & beanie since I think it makes most sense for the scenes for her in the rg to be with friends after school. Her cardigan is a duller version of her original sweater's color just so she still looks like herself. The cardigan is also similarly structured to the jacket I gave Beat.

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That's it for the initial posts! I'm of course planning on making some more content and I'll make another post covering the rest of the swaps for all the reaper's and other background characters so look out for that !! thank you all so much for the support so far!!! love you alll.....

[404creep]

Little drabble that's a continuation on my newest one-shot for my Simon "Ghost" Riley x Civilian Cleaner series which can be found here.

Masterlist

Simon drives his cleaner and her nephew to and from work for a good three weeks while her car gets fixed

When it finally gets finished, he drives her to the shop and insists on carrying Oliver so she can "focus on the paperwork"

Oliver is much more awake for this interaction and is a little spooked by how high up he is at first but quickly gets used to it

The mechanics tell her it's going to be like $1000 for all the repairs and she lowkey tries not to cry because oh my god it's so much

Simon is slapping his card down before she even has time to grab her wallet

She's horrified and tried to snatch the card off the counter before they take it

He just holds his hand over it and gives her a look that leaves no room for arguement

She reluctantly lets the mechanics swipe his card

He looks pleased and shifts the kid in his arms, humming out a little "Let me take care of you, Lovie"

She's so flustered she can't even look at him.

How did she get here? One day she's doing her job job and then suddenly she has a sugar daddy????? But without giving any sugar????

Girl is living the dream, truly.

Anyway she gets her new fixed car and invites Simon out to lunch as payment for all his help

they go out to a resturant (driving seperately)

I count this as their first offical date.....Simon does as well. Our cleaner didn't really think about it.......

She kisses him on the cheek quickly at the end of the date and Simon nearly faints, then she dips quickly before he can say anything :)

Simon still insists on picking her up for work and driving her "just easier that way, Dove." (he literally has to go out of his way to grab her from her house and then drop her off home).

He just can't stand to go back to not getting his extra fix

plus Oliver is starting to like him and he needs to prove to Soap that Oliver likes him more.

Currently working on a small series of little drabbles and not quite one shots about Simon and Oliver's relationship through the years. Ngl one I'm working on almost made me cry.

Taglist: (Let me know if you want to be tagged in any future updates for this couple!) @teapartydreams @gimme1margarita @casualhel @feline-flame-fatale

[humiliationsheets]

Going around asking artists to draw Jake and I don't think you draw but I'm gonna expand. Jake headcanons, writings, or anything. I'm just trying to cause a surge of Jake content for myself and probably nobody else. Feel free to participate if you'd like

you were sorely mistaken

here are some headcanonz cuz i cant pull any writing out of my ass rn i’m lowkey **** as fuck

1. avid carly rae jepsen fan. will never let this go

2. has a younger half-sister! same mom, different dad. she started living with her and jake’s aunt after the fire

2.5. i like playing with the idea that jake was emancipated and used insurance to cover apartment rent until he could secure a job. i also like playing with the idea that his house never fully burnt down and insurance covered repair costs, but i think his sister would still leave for her own sake after their parents bailed. just depends on my mood!

3. unlabeled and queer and doesn’t rlly gaf about his sexuality until he does. has issues with coming out until college. this makes his queer relationships / crushes / etc. in hs especially hard

4. i also hc that jake was from tx and moved back for college #yeehaw

5. i think he has not a lot of free time. he is very smart and constantly has to be doing stuff to keep his mind off his life so he’s always in club meetings or sports practices or doing ap homework

6. but he plays fortnite in his free time lol. i love this w/ deere because i think he would get jeremy addicted and he would make jake play w him all the time

7. he’s christian but very very loosely. he’s obviously one of the chill ones though like he’s not a bigot or a jesus freak. he’s sorta clinging to religion because it’s what he’s always known, and there has to be some explanation for why everything is happening and it’s because god fucking hates him ig. it’s one of the only things kinda getting him through it.

8. that and alcoholism but shh

9. i think he is still a pretty happy and optimistic person despite everything however. it takes him a while to learn how to be kind but he’ll get it

10. he’s very complex and i love him sometimes and hate him other times

[whitedarkmoonflower]

Reunited 4

Part 4

Pairing: modern!Sihtric x reader with a side story of modern!Sigtryggr x reader

Authors note: it's probably a bad idea to post it today, but fuck it ... I'm having too much fun writing this. And don't tell me I didn't warn you - it's gonna be a ride 😅.

Warnings: heartbreak, use of alcohol, very suggestive (lowkey smut)

Summary: It was supposed to be a short two week trip that turned into five long years apart, just because your best friend couldn't keep her mouth shut. Will the reader and Sihtric manage to repair their broken relationship and find their way back to each other? Or will the reader decide to stay with the handsome and talented Sigtryggr?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Word Count: 4,1 K

The whispers started small—a passing comment from a mutual acquaintance here, a vague mention in the industry gossip there. Gisela had done her best to shield you, brushing off any mention of Sihtric with a casual dismissal, redirecting your attention to new projects, exciting events, or people who would, in her words, "help you look forward, not back."

But eventually, the whispers grew louder, impossible to ignore.

You hadn’t been looking for updates on Sihtric, but it was almost as though the universe itself had decided that you wouldn’t be able to escape his shadow. It started with a model at a shoot, casually mentioning that she’d seen him out one night, barely able to stand, clinging to the arm of someone you didn’t know. The words "worse than I’ve ever seen him" lingered, simmering in your mind.

At first, you ignored it. Sihtric wasn’t your concern anymore, you reminded yourself. He had made his choices, just as you had made yours. But more stories came—different people, different places, each one painting the same picture of a man who was unravelling, barely holding himself together. The Sihtric they described was a stranger to you, and yet those stories struck a painful chord deep in your chest.

One evening, as you sat across from Gisela at your favourite café, her attempts to distract you from the topic finally fell short. You’d reached your limit.

"Gisela," you said, interrupting her as she rambled on about an upcoming exhibition. "Why didn’t you tell me?"

Her eyes widened, a flicker of guilt crossing her face. "Tell you what?" she asked, feigning innocence, though you both knew exactly what you meant.

"About Sihtric." Your voice was steady, but there was an underlying tension. "About what’s happening to him."

She sighed, placing her cup down with a slight clunk. “I didn’t think it was something you needed to hear. He’s not your responsibility anymore. You deserve to live your life without his shadow looming over you.”

"But he wasn’t always like this," you replied, voice barely more than a whisper. "I know him, Gisela. Or I thought I did."

Gisela reached across the table, her hand finding yours. "You did know him. But that’s not who he is now. Whatever he’s become, it’s because of his own choices."

“Gisela,” you said, setting down your coffee and looking her in the eye. “Do you think… Maybe my refusal to speak with him made things worse?”

Her brow furrowed, concern and frustration blending in her gaze. “What do you mean?”

“All these stories about him… spiralling,” you murmured, your fingers tracing the rim of your cup. “He just wanted to talk, you know. And I just showed him away in the worst way possible. I can’t help but feel that maybe, if I’d just been willing to listen to him, he wouldn’t have ended up this way.”

Gisela shook her head, her expression firm. “You can’t think like that. You have every right to protect yourself. Talking to him wouldn’t have changed anything. He’s responsible for his actions, not you.”

You glanced away. “But our last conversation, Gisela. I can’t stop thinking about it. The way I turned him away, how angry and cold I was. Maybe I was… too harsh.”

“You weren’t harsh,” she replied, squeezing your hand. “You were clear about your boundaries. You have every right to those, especially after what he put you through. Don’t start blaming yourself.”

Despite her reassurance, the memory of that day lingered in your mind like a shadow. That look in his eyes, the desperation just beneath the surface, how he had struggled to find the words. And how you had shut him down, leaving him standing alone on that set, without a chance to explain himself. It had felt empowering then, taking control of the situation, reclaiming your peace. But now… now, you weren’t so sure.

“Maybe,” you whispered, almost to yourself, “I should’ve just listened, if only to give us both some closure.”

Gisela’s gaze softened, but her voice remained steady. “Closure doesn’t come from reopening wounds, and that’s all he’d do. He’s gone too far down this path—he’s not the person you knew.” 

Gisela squeezed your hand. “You have every right to protect yourself. You don’t owe him anything—not after what he put you through. He’s doing this to himself, and I don’t want to see you dragged down because of him again.”

You didn’t answer. Wrapping your hands around the warm coffee cup, you stared into the swirling steam rising from the dark liquid. Why does everything have to be so damn complicated? 

That night, alone in your apartment, you lay awake, staring at the ceiling. Every time you closed your eyes, fragments of that last encounter on set replayed in your mind: Sihtric’s hesitant steps, the way his voice had cracked when he’d asked to talk, the look of devastation as you’d turned your back on him. You’d told yourself it was for the best, but was it really?

You picked up your phone, fingers hovering over the screen.

Before you could think it through, you sent a message to Gisela.

"Do you think I should try talking to him? Just once?"

The three dots indicating her reply popped up immediately, and then her response followed, firm and direct.

"No. That chapter is over. Don’t reopen old wounds."

You put the phone down, staring at the empty space in your living room as her words echoed in your mind. Gisela was right, of course. She had been there through it all, had seen you at your lowest, helped you pick up the pieces of your life, reminding you of who you were outside of him. But this wasn’t about reopening wounds. This was about understanding. For your sake, and for his.

With a steadying breath, you made a quiet decision. Tomorrow, you would reach out, you would go to the set and talk to him—not to rekindle what was lost but to speak out, to lay the ghosts of your past to rest. Maybe it would bring peace to both of you, to let you finally close the chapter for good. 

You arrived at the set the next morning with that quiet resolve still fresh on your mind, the familiar hum of voices and equipment doing little to settle your nerves. Today, you would finally speak to Sihtric. 

Maybe it wouldn’t change anything, and maybe it would leave you feeling just as hollow as before, but at the very least, it might ease the nagging feeling that had taken root since your last conversation. There was no script in your mind, no clear sense of what you would say. Just a need for… something. Resolution, maybe. Closure. Or perhaps, deep down, a glimmer of hope. What? No, shut up! You almost slapped yourself in anger. What hope?

As you waited, you glanced at the door every few minutes, each time your heart skipping a beat, only to settle back down when he didn’t appear. The seconds stretched into minutes, each one adding another layer to the knot forming in your stomach. 

You had run through a dozen different ways to start the conversation in your mind, but none of them felt right. How do you confront someone you’d once loved but had shut out entirely? What could you even say that would bridge the distance between you after everything that had happened?

You clenched and unclenched your hands, feeling more foolish with each passing minute. A part of you cursed yourself for not following Gisela’s advice, for not simply letting it go. “Leave it in the past,” she’d said, her voice filled with quiet insistence. And yet, here you were, waiting for a man who’d hurt you, hoping he’d arrive so you could dig into the buried pain between you both.

What was it you expected to hear? A confession, an apology, an explanation? The truth was, you didn’t know. You just felt as though you couldn’t move on with this weight still hanging over you, with the sense that you had played some part in his downward spiral. Was it really closure you were looking for, or did some part of you, a part you’d never admit aloud, still care for him, still believe there was something worth salvaging?

The chatter of the crew buzzed around you, but you barely registered it. Occasionally, you caught snippets of conversation—small whispers about Sihtric, talk of his “new habits” and frequent no-shows. The makeup artist mumbled something under her breath about his inconsistency, a sigh of exasperation barely audible. 

You stayed, doing your best to keep a composed front, pretending to focus on the tasks in front of you. But beneath the calm façade, a familiar ache simmered—a sinking disappointment, perhaps even a touch of anger, that he hadn’t shown up. You tried to tell yourself it was about professionalism, about the wasted time, the disrupted shoot, but deep down, you knew it actually wasn’t. You’d finally been ready to talk, to face the unresolved tension between you, and Sihtric had left you waiting, his absence a silent answer in itself.

As the hours stretched on and the last hopes of his arrival slipped away, the emptiness grew. The loss felt oddly profound, a quiet ache that lingered, as though something vital had slipped through your fingers, even if you couldn’t name what it was.

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Just as you finished slipping on your heels and checking your reflection one last time, a soft knock echoed from the door. You opened it to find Sigtryggr standing there, a calm, admiring smile spreading across his face as he took in your appearance. His suit was impeccably tailored, the dark fabric accentuating his tall, lean frame, and his long hair was pulled back in a way that softened his strong features.

“Wow,” he said, his voice warm as his eyes lingered on you. “You look… incredible. Absolutely stunning.”

A faint smile tugged at your lips as you glanced down, a little flustered by the way he looked at you. “Thank you,” you murmured. “You don’t look too bad yourself.”

He chuckled, reaching out to take your hand, and his fingers were warm and steady around yours. As you turned to grab your purse, he tilted his head slightly, studying you with gentle curiosity.

“You sure you’re alright?” he asked softly, his thumb tracing gentle circles on your hand. “You seem a bit… distracted.”

You took a breath, glancing at him before looking away, feeling the weight of the day’s thoughts pressing down on you. “I’m fine,” you said, though the words felt weak even to your own ears. “It’s just… been a long day.”

Sigtryggr’s expression softened, his gaze unwavering as he searched your face. “If there’s anything you need to talk about, I’m here. No pressure—just… if you want.”

You felt a warm reassurance in his words, his genuine concern like a balm to your lingering unease. You managed a small smile, grateful for his presence. “Thank you. Really. I… I appreciate it.”

With a gentle squeeze of your hand, he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. “No need to thank me,” he said, his voice low and soothing. “Tonight’s about enjoying ourselves. Let’s make it a good one.”

You slipped your arm through his and offered him a small smile, feeling a comforting sense of calm settle over you. Sigtryggr’s quiet confidence grounded you, his warm presence lifting your spirits just enough to face the fashion show you’d agreed to attend with him.

The venue buzzed with energy, lights flashing as photographers captured the evening’s best-dressed attendees. You and Sigtryggr moved through the crowd, exchanging pleasantries with designers, editors, and models. 

The night felt almost surreal, as if you were floating through it, your worries temporarily forgotten as you lost yourself in the glamorous whirlwind of conversation and clinking champagne glasses. But then you spotted him.

Across the room, Sihtric was leaning against the bar, a glass dangling from his hand, his face flushed and his eyes somewhat unfocused. His shirt was wrinkled, his hair dishevelled, and his grip on the camera strap on his shoulder was loose, like he had already forgotten that he even had it. 

You froze as he caught sight of you, his gaze narrowing before flickering over to Sigtryggr. For a moment, he seemed to hesitate, but then he began making his way toward you, his movements slightly unsteady.

“Is that him?” Sigtryggr asked, catching your tension. His tone was gentle but alert.

You nodded, unable to tear your gaze away as Sihtric approached, his expression dark and unreadable. The familiar ache twisted in your chest, but you straightened, bracing yourself for whatever he was about to say or do.

“So,” Sihtric sneered as he stopped before you, eyes flicking dismissively between you and Sigtryggr. “You didn’t waste any time, did you?” His voice was laced with bitterness, words slurring slightly as he swayed on his feet.

“Sihtric, don’t do this,” you said softly, hoping to defuse the situation, but he ignored you, his focus shifting fully to Sigtryggr.

“And you…” He tilted his head, eyeing Sigtryggr with disdain. “Think you’re so much better than me, huh? Perfect little prince, sweeping in and saving the day.”

Sigtryggr’s face remained calm, though you could feel the tension in him. “I think it’s best if we all take a step back,” he replied evenly, his hand settling on your shoulder in a reassuring gesture. “This isn’t the time or place.”

But Sihtric’s eyes flashed, his face twisting into a sneer. “You think you can just step in like I never meant anything?” His voice grew louder, heads turning as people began to notice the unfolding scene. “She was mine, you know. You’re just a cheap replacement.”

You felt Sigtryggr’s hand tense, but he kept his composure. “You’re drunk, Sihtric,” he said quietly. “Go home. Let’s not make this uglier than it needs to be.”

But Sihtric’s face hardened, his expression an unsettling mix of pain and fury. Before either of you could react, he lunged forward, his fist aimed clumsily at Sigtryggr’s face. His movements were sluggish, heavy with the effects of alcohol, and Sigtryggr sidestepped effortlessly, catching Sihtric’s arm and stopping him in his tracks.

“Enough.” Sigtryggr’s voice was firm, his grip on Sihtric’s arm steady as he pushed him back, keeping his own emotions in check. “Go home. You’re embarrassing yourself.”

The words struck Sihtric like a slap. He staggered, his face flushing with humiliation as he looked between the two of you. For a fleeting moment, you saw the vulnerability beneath his anger—the brokenness and regret lurking behind his bloodshot eyes.

“Fine,” he muttered bitterly, wrenching his arm out of Sigtryggr’s grip. His gaze lingered on you, the weight of everything unsaid filling the space between you. “Enjoy your perfect life,” he spat, his voice cracking slightly as he turned and stumbled away, nearly knocking into a nearby table on his way out.

The crowd, still buzzing with curiosity, watched him go, a hush settling over the room as people exchanged whispers and glances. You stood there, heart pounding, torn between anger, pity, and an ache you couldn’t quite shake.

“Are you alright?” Sigtryggr asked, his voice steady, his hand gentle on your shoulder as he guided you toward a quieter corner, away from the prying eyes.

You shook your head, you were far from being alright. Sihtric’s words, his reckless behaviour, the way he’d looked at you—it was like seeing a stranger in the shell of someone you once knew. The man who had stood beside you tonight was unrecognisable, and yet, the guilt still clawed at you, lingering in the pit of your stomach.

Sigtryggr’s arm slipped around you, as he led you toward the exit. “Let’s get you out of here,” he murmured, his tone soft and protective. 

You nodded, grateful for his presence  and the two of you walked out into the cool night air, Sigtryggr’s hand lingering at the small of your back, guiding you with an ease that felt natural. 

He turned to you with a soft smile. “It’s still early,” he murmured, his gaze drifting over your face. “Would you like to come to my place for a nightcap?”

As Sigtryggr's question hung in the air, a shiver coursed through you, both from the chill of the night and the deeper question his invitation held. His face, framed by the soft glow of nearby streetlights, showed only openness, yet your mind raced. 

Your heart quickened, battling with the silent questions tumbling in your mind. What did you want this to be? Sigtryggr was unlike anyone you’d ever met—a quiet intensity wrapped in kindness, the kind of person who saw straight through you, not as if judging, but as if he truly understood. A part of you had been starving for this kind of connection, so different from what you’d known before, but was it too soon? Could you let yourself open up to someone again, let him see the parts of you you’d worked so hard to piece back together?

And then, a thought cut through the haze, sharper, clearer: What would Sihtric think if he saw you now? A pang of anger flared beneath your skin, surprising you. Why should it matter? Even more so—why would he care? But the questions lingered, twisting like thorns in your mind. Why did he keep finding his way into your thoughts, haunting you with his absence, even though he was gone from your life for good?

Admitting it hurt more than you wanted to acknowledge. He was gone. The reality pressed down like a weight you’d been struggling to lift. This was the perfect moment to close that door, to step into something new, to let someone else in… Or, you could keep waiting, letting the ghost of him drift around you, keeping everyone else at arm’s length, forever just out of reach.

With a soft, steadying breath, you looked back at Sigtryggr and found him still there, watching with a quiet patience, not pressing or urging, but simply waiting. His expression held nothing but warmth, a silent invitation in his eyes that felt as gentle as it was genuine. His presence was calming, without expectation, without judgement. In that instant, the idea of stepping forward didn’t seem so daunting.

Your heart lifted, and you found yourself nodding, a smile tugging at your lips as you met his gaze. “I’d like that.”

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Sigtryggr’s apartment was just as you’d expected—filled with art and an understated elegance that spoke to his style. Soft lights cast a warm glow over the room, and as he poured two glasses of wine, you took in the paintings lining the walls, the sketches scattered across his workspace, small glimpses into his creative world.

He handed you a glass, his fingers brushing yours briefly, sending a shiver up your spine. You took a sip, the wine rich and velvety, warming you from the inside. You could feel his gaze on you, intense yet tender, and when you looked up, the air between you grew charged, a subtle current building with each passing second.

“You know,” he began softly, stepping closer, “I can’t stop thinking about how beautiful you looked tonight. Or… how beautiful you look now.”

His hand reached up to brush a strand of hair from your face, his touch lingering, fingers grazing your cheek. You felt your breath hitch, the gentle way he was looking at you sparking something within. Without overthinking, you leaned in, your lips meeting his in a soft, hesitant kiss.

Sigtryggr responded instantly, his hand sliding to the back of your neck as he deepened the kiss, his mouth warm and inviting. The wine glass slipped from your hand onto the table as his other arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. You melted into him, the heat between you building, his kisses growing hungrier, more insistent.

He led you toward the bedroom, his hands never leaving you, each touch filled with gentle urgency. When you reached the bed, he paused, his eyes searching yours, as if asking for permission, making sure this was what you wanted.

You answered by pulling him down to you, and he responded with a low, pleased hum, his mouth trailing down your neck as his hands found the zipper of your dress, sliding it down slowly, his fingers grazing your bare skin, igniting every nerve.

Clothes were shed, piece by piece, until you were both exposed, bodies pressed together, skin to skin. His touch was tender yet commanding, guiding you with an instinctive rhythm that left you breathless, each kiss and caress drawing you further into the heat of the moment.

Every brush of his fingers felt like fire, igniting sparks across your skin. His hands traced a path over you with a careful, reverent touch, as though he was discovering you piece by piece, memorising every curve and every reaction. His breath mingled with yours, soft and warm, as his lips explored places you hadn’t even known craved attention, gentle but unyielding.

You arched your back against the mattress and moaned loudly as he thrusted into you. Your fingers wove into his hair, pulling him closer, and he responded, his mouth tracing a path along your jaw, down your neck, igniting a trail that left you gasping, clutching him as though he were an anchor in a sea of sensation that you thought almost forgotten.

Sigtryggr moved within you with a steady, skillful rhythm, each thrust deliberate yet intense, his gaze locked on yours, simmering with a passion that left you utterly breathless. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, a loud moan escaping your lips as pleasure surged through you, erasing any lingering hesitation or self-consciousness. Whatever doubt or embarrassment you’d felt about revealing how touch-starved you were melted away, replaced by a powerful wave of heat and sensation that overwhelmed every thought, leaving you lost in the intoxicating bliss he brought with each movement.

He leaned down, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss, his hands roaming over your body, igniting every nerve he touched. His touch was confident, demanding mixed with softness and careful attentiveness, his focus solely on you, on every little reaction he coaxed from you.

The pleasure inside you coiled tightly, building with each movement, each shared breath, and the way breathless moans spilled from your lips only seemed to spur him on. He responded with a low groan, his pace quickening as he drove you both toward the edge, his presence grounding you even as he unravelled you entirely.

When the two of you finally lay together in the quiet aftermath, limbs entwined, Sigtryggr pressed a gentle kiss to your shoulder, his hand tracing soothing patterns along your skin. The silence between you was comfortable, his warmth enveloping you as you nestled into him, feeling safe and content in his embrace. Your breathing slowed, each gentle stroke of his hand pulling you closer to sleep. 

But as your eyes grew heavy, a familiar image intruded—a vision of Sihtric, broken and desperate, his face etched with the same raw pain and bitterness you'd seen at the event. His haunted eyes, full of anger and longing, stared back at you, and his words echoed in your mind, refusing to fade: “She was mine.”

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Morning light filtered softly through the blinds, and you blinked awake, stretching slightly before noticing Sigtryggr’s arm still draped around you, his peaceful face turned toward yours. A small smile tugged at your lips as you remembered the night before, and you let yourself relax, sinking back into the moment. But just then, the sound of a key turning in the lock jolted you both out of the haze.

The door swung open, and a woman’s voice called out, her tone full of urgency and familiarity, sending a chill through you. “Sigtryggr?”

You froze, exchanging a startled look with Sigtryggr, who looked just as caught off guard. She called his name again, her footsteps growing closer as she moved through the apartment and toward the bedroom. Your gaze flew to Sigtryggr, wide-eyed with surprise, but before either of you could speak, a young woman appeared in the doorway, her eyes landing on you in bed with him.

With a yelp, you instinctively wrapped the blanket around yourself, heart racing as the reality of the situation hit you.

“Stiorra,” Sigtryggr started, his tone a mix of apology and guardedness as he sat up, tugging at the blanket to cover himself too.

[badkarma1998]

I can send more?? 🥺

Long winded is my favourite kind of response, I love hearing about your OCs!! :3c (as incomprehensible as I'm sure that sounds) It's not as fun to make my own so I'm attached to yours now, you have my deepest condolences >:]

Mixing and matching this time, Bean and Liz? (Feel free to add Sage if their answer is also plaguing you lmao)

15) Has your OC ever fallen in love before who their intended love interest is, or is the intended love interest their first love? (Edit: Do they have an intended love interest at all?)

20) What hobbies does your OC have?

I AM BLESSED! Do not worry, they can be your blorbos, I will happily yap about them and draw them for forever.

Also if you like long winded, you sure picked the best question for my two ocs with the most romantic shenanigans goin on OwO

Literally this is gonna get so long. I am adding a read more for everyone's sanity.

TLDR:

Liz has had relationships with Amata and Sarah Lyons. Butch is endgame (and its so conplicated)

Bean is either going to marry my wife's ffxiv OC, or she has relationships with fan favorite Ishgaurdian knight and major shadowbringers spoiler depending on which canon we're in.

Liz is good a repairing guns and picking locks.

Bean is a crafty bitch (literally) and jack of all trades.

Sage makes explosions

15)

Starting with Liz. Firstly, she is a bisexual disaster so jot that down. She's got a bit of a rocky relationship with love, and is generally kinda bad at it.

Her first situationship was with her best friend Amata when she was a young teen growing up in the vault. Being as vault 101 was closed off to the world, she knew from a pretty young age that she would grow up and marry one of the boys her age and have a family to keep the vault going. She didn't like it, but she accepted that it was just the reality of being the last ditch effort of human survival after the great war. So when she had feelings for her best friend who was the Overseer's daughter, she never really acknowledged them in full. They'd sneak around, and be generally stupid repressed teens, not talking about or acknowledging the very very romantic relationship laying just under their friendship.

And then Liz's dad left, and she had to flee the vault. And Amata was suddenly locked away behind a 3ft solid lead door and Liz was alone, heartbroken about her family and grieving a home she was pretty sure she'd never see again.

I do think she had a few hookups over the years while looking for her dad. Being the Lone Wanderer though I don't think any of them were anything more than a way to experience human touch for just a night.

Not until Sarah Lyons pulled her sorry butt out of the super mutant infested ruins of D.C. whisking her away to safety in all her bad ass power armor clad glory. Liz's relationship with Amata was definitely mutal and they were close enough in proximity that Liz never had a chance to experience a real crush, so Sarah was her first crush. (Lowkey same. Who isn't a sucker for a woman in power armor?)

Of course if you've played fallout 3, there's a lot of more important stuff going on with the Brotherhood of Steel, and the Enclave, and Project Purity. And unfortunately a violent political struggle to bring clean water to a wasteland is not the most stable environment for any kind of relationship. They have a solid friendship, Sarah was there immediately after Liz's dad died, she was a source of strength and motivation for Liz to keep going until Project Purity was activated.

In the end though, Sarah was wounded when Project Purity was activated and Liz felt directly responsible and guilty. And on top of that Sarah had her responsibilities to the Brotherhood, and Liz just couldn't keep throwing herself into the line of fire for them after her parent's dream was realized. (fuck you Broken Steel dlc, you're only kinda in my canon)

Which leaves end game. Butch Deloria my beloved. Because after everything, after losing her dad and her home and being completely on her own for so long, Liz gets the distress signal from Amata. She goes back home, she sees the people she grew up with dead or wounded and fighting each other over wether to brave the wastes. And Amata has the heartwrenching audacity to ask for her help and then make her leave again. And once again she's on the outside of that door, but this time she has Butch mother fucking Deloria in her wake. He's annoying, hes an ass, he doesnt understand why the hell she'd want to crawl back into the vault, and he's gonna end up yao guai food if she doesn't escort his pompus ass back to civilization. So she drags him back to Megaton, with every intention of leaving him on his own. He wanted out into the wastes so bad? Great. He can fend for himself. He was nothing but an ass and a bully to her their entire lives and she couldn't give a shit what he gets himself in to. Until he's at her door in the middle of the night, begging her to get him out of this crater and teach him how the hell to survive. So she reluctantly lets him start tagging along when she goes out scavanging or doing her usual rpg protagonist fetch quests. They go from "Ill teach you to shoot a radroach and not die from rads", to reluctant traveling companions, to frienemies, to having a drunken hookup that turns into more than one drunken hookup that turns into a frienemies with benifits situation. Then they both start catching feelings, to which Liz's response is to ignore entirely like she did with Amata, because surely this is never going anywhere. And Butch's response is to freak his shit, be the biggest asshole in the world, and make a big show of definitely being into other people and definitely going and sleeping with someone else (he doesnt actually because he does have feelings and its very frustrating for him, but he still makes Liz think he slept with someone else because she definitely cant know he has feelings of any kind)

This prompts a silent fight between the two, because they are not emotionally stable or mature enough to talk like adults. Then Liz gets the radio signal for the Pitt dlc and she leaves for Pittsburg by herself for months. Then she comes back, she almost died, shes traumatized af, theres lots of angst, Butch is still a big dumb idiot and an asshole but also he fumbles through being some kind of support system. I could go on and on and on about this its literally all ive been thinking about since February.

End goal: enemies to frienemies to friends with benifits to friends to lovers hooray! <3

Now that one super long winded OC romantic history is broadly laid out, time for BEAN!

Im gonna keeps hers a bit shorter, partly because I haven't been in the final fantasy brainrot for a min. (If anyone else has gotten this far, spoiler warnings for the end of Heavensward and Shadowbringers)

Bean has two canons. One where she finds Ystola in La Noscea and becomes the Warrior of Light, and one where she meets my wife's character and does the not that.

Basic Bean backstory, she was raised on a pirate ship. In both canons she feels trapped and runs away from her crew. In both canons, she had a heartbreaking affair with a woman who was a passanger on her ship who played with her young heart and left.

In non WoL canon my wife's OC Michiko books passage on that ship, and when Bean runs away from her crew she tags along with Michi and they fall in love and I draw pics of them smooching for my wife ❤️

In WoL canon tho, it's for obvious reasons more complicated. Her first love, like many WoLs, is our dearest most beloved Haurchefant. Bean is super oblivious, and when first meeting him did not even realize he was flirting with her (much to Alphinaud's entertainment/annoyance)

Then shortly after taking refuge in house Fortemps he makes a proper move and it hits her and she stumbles headfirst into his advances. She's already feeling very out of depth with Ishgaurdian high society and now a knight is wooing her. Its all very sweet and endearing.

Then he dies :)

(And so do the rest of us inside oooooh it hurts so bad)

I think after that, she gets wrapped up in WoL stuff. She's gotta help fight a war, Zenos is a scary creep, she's bonding with the twins and the scions and Hien. She's liberating two whole nations. Very busy work, not much time for any suitors calmoring for attention from the WoL (also again shes oblivious to most of any of it)

Then enter all the horrors and emotional whiplash that is Shdowbringers :3

Yay!

And the best part of shadowbringers? Thats right babey, Graha Tia is Bean's true love intrest ❤️

They're both so cool and mysterious and capable, except actually theyre giant nerds who hardly function without the people around them holding them together. Graha is a fanboy, and Bean is embarrassed. He's the damsel in distress and shes fighting so hard to save him, and then he sacrifices himself at the top of the crystal tower. Its just *chef's kiss*

I have stagnated in my MSQ half way through Endwalker, so idk where theyre going after that, but man oh man do I think about that one scene where Graha and Alisaie are fighting over who lives her more for a sec before Y'stola steps in. And Bean is just so fuckin happy she gets to bring him on her next adventure 🥺 (and im crying typing that)

As for Sage, I am still working out their identity. Im leaning towards them being aromantic and besides loving to flirt with pretty girls I'll probably give them a queer platonic relationship with my Courier. That or they'll be smitten with Veronica or Cassidy. Probably some mix of both. I asked my magic 8 ball and it said "try again later"

...what was the other question again? Oh. Right. Hobbies lol.

15)

Liz: gun maintenance and repair. When she was fresh out of the vault, learning to survive, Moira taught her a lot about fixing old junk and maintaining her current junk. She's also an excellent lockpick, and collects Nuka Cola memorabilia (keychains, tshirts, a metal sign or two for her shack. She gets on great with Sierra Petrovita)

Bean: she sews, she cooks, she can wood work, she plays the hurdy gurdy. Baby girl grew up on a boat, and she can do just about anything crafty that may come in handy for fixing sails and rigging masts and what have you. (Yes i am a baby omnicrafter, why do you ask?) She is also a huge fan of exploration, she loves fine artisan craftsmanship, and is big on climbing things not meant to be climbed. I am counting that as a hobby, yes.

Sage: explosives and mechanics. They grew up with the Boomers, who are a faction that worships bombs and explosives. So they love blowing stuff up big time :3

But more than that they're deeply fascinated with the mechanics of how machines and explosives work. They love poking around old robots and coming up with different gizmos.

[livitaexe]

Fic Being Discussed

DISCLAIMER: The reader insert character in question will be referred to as 'Yayoi' in order to prevent further confusion and differentiate her from all the reader characters I've written about thus far, but just like the FEMC from Persona 3, you don't need to adhere to my personal headcanon of her name being Ibara Yayoi. Honestly, whatever other name you decide to call her is also correct. I'm just choosing to call her 'Yayoi' for simplicity's sake because she's pretty much her own character at this point and is in no way meant to be a self insert for all hetjoshis/Shinjiro yumes, but rewriting the story in third person POV would be too much work; therefore, I'm keeping it as is.

To be honest, the whole reason Yayoi acts the way she does towards Ikutsuki is because she's pretty much desperate for a father figure now that her own is just permanently gone... like, it's pretty much her way of instinctively coping, because the alternative would be to stay stuck in a depressive rut.

Plus, Ikutsuki is around Mr. Ibara's age and is much more 'there' compared to him. Meanwhile, her own father hardly ever smiles and would only show emotions whenever he is drunk off his mind; in fact, he was so depressed, Yayoi was convinced he might one day sleep and never wake up.

Granted, I believe Mr. Ibara doesn't have any memories of abusing her and had shown signs of at least caring about his daughter a little (since it's revealed he did buy her a wallet and gave her food a coworker brought for him in Chapter 7), so it's not as if he was always a piece of shit, yet still, their relationship together was strained at best, especially due to the fact there was still lowkey resentment on his end regarding how Yayoi survived while his wife, Hiroko, ultimately didn't; in fact, you could say he both loved and hated her... something that gave her a lot of personal anguish.

Now that he had died, however, there no longer became any hope to repair their relationship, which is where Ikutsuki comes in, becoming a replacement for her father. Coupled with the fact Yayoi also has daddy issues, she has no trouble easily becoming attached to him, especially after he proceeded to bring her flowers and visit her at the hospital... things Mr. Ibara never once did for her.

Of course, she's no stranger to dating older men, but after falling in love with Shinjiro, Ikutsuki was more so a man she wanted to please than someone she wanted to fuck. And Ikutsuki, well... he pretty much plays along. He thinks she's a good kid, so he doesn't go out of his way to be mean to her even if he can't bring himself to completely reciprocate her affection.

This, as a result, means he would spend time with her and give her a daily allowance. Meanwhile, upon wanting to make him happy, Yayoi proceeds to run errands for him, blissfully unaware of his true intentions and goals.

[daughterofdescartes]

27032025

i'm so tired right now, and on most days i'm too exhausted to journal, so here i am writing on this throwaway blog. yesterday i cried a ton, maybe it was a mix of anticipatory grief and just general grief about feeling disconnected to my parents. idk how it got this far.

my visits home had been becoming less and less frequent after my dog died. before all of this, i was constantly home, as i wanted to spend as much time as possible with my dog. he was the main reason i went home all the time. after he passed away, everything just felt pointless. being at home was nice, but also stressful sometimes, because i felt a lot of pressure from my parents to do something with my life when i was still jobhunting.

my second jobseeking/unemployed era had me depressed and lowkey suicidal, and getting the same doubts + questions i had been asking myself thrown back at me by my parents just doubled the pain. i felt worthless, and talking about my career path with my mom and dad only magnified that feeling. i hated feeling like such an utterly anxious good-for-nothing shell of a being, that i decided to curb my visits to home.

as i started visiting my parents every other week, instead of staying over every weekend, i noticed my shanghainese vocabulary diminishing; my chinese grammar skills started to disintegrate in the same way. when i noticed i started struggling more in my communication to my parents i felt ashamed and embarrassed.

i had an awkward big argument with my mom through text, where she started texting long chinese hieroglyphical paragraphs to me, so i started shooting dutch paragraphs back at her so she could feel how i felt when she started dumping all her pain and invalidating words onto me. we never really talked about it afterwards. when i'm home there isn't really a lot to talk about. my mom had gotten less communicative. maybe she was scared to trigger me again.

if you're wondering what the argument was about, i'm also slowly remembering what we were fighting about. the main point was that my mom got upset with me that i got triggered by her words and disappointment. my mom was worried that i hadn't found a job yet after 2 months of searching. i told her about a few prospects i had, but she looked at me in disappointment. it was that exact look that really triggered me, because it felt to me like she was asking me: "is that all you got? you're a hopeless case." and to be frank, i didn't read most of her texts anyway because it was too much work translating everything that she said to me. maybe i'll go back and reread what she was trying to say to me.

i think so many of our feelings get lost in translation. sometimes it feels like all we can do is hurt each other, even when that's the last of our intentions. i'm going to try my best and repair my relationship with my parents. i want to pick up chinese classes again, so i can have more earnest conversations with my mom and dad. i gotta say i don't like feeling like a struggling one-year-old trying to convey my needs to them. i noticed i'm constantly looking for words to express myself that i've never learned. if my parents have also never spoken about their honest feelings, maybe it is a language we need to learn together? idk. i hope my chinese gets better soon. i'm going to go home more frequently and make sure i can make the best of our time together, whether that be helping their business, making food for them, initiating fun activities together. i just want our remaining time together to be happy and healing. i'll try to be more patient with them. i hope they'll give me the same grace. i hope we can express our love better in the future.

[mynotsosecretloveforhim]

The Game that I felt I was the one getting played on

Year 2021, tanda ko pa noon... it was the time when COVID pandemic is still around. Out of boredom, me and my cousins decided to play Mobile Legends. I was fuelled with the thought that this might be a bridge that could possibly bring us closer since I know you like this game and you've been playing this game ever since junior high. I was hopeful that we could atleast create a bond and have our own quality time by playing it together.

Despite of being a stranger to the game, despite of being called 'bobo', despite of receiving countless trashtalks, despite of being a noob, despite of being clueless on how the game works... I'm still eager to master and level up my gameplay . Thinking that maybe, if I'm good at it you'll invite me... maybe you'll never have a second thought playing with me. That you won't see me as an excess baggage in the game. That maybe... you'll love to spend more time playing with me.

But...

All those efforts, all those sacrifices, all those sleepless night, all those almost addiction I've gone through just to master the game... It only end up making me look pathetic and fall into great dismay when I realized... I wasn't the one you want to play with all this time.

While I was grinding to raise my rank, little did I know ... you were with someone playing together, accepting each invites right away, enjoying each others company in playing. Worst of all, even end up having a close bond by freely chatting each other, comforting each other, laughing together, and enjoying each others company. I was there, we were together already at that time, 1 year at most, but reading your convos looks like I'm just a 3d display girl in your real life that doesn't matter to you. Being labelled as your "3D" instead of being labelled as your "girlfriend" was one of the most disturbing and disrespecting things I've ever read. They are not the same.

I remembered asking you, "Did you take this relationship seriously from the start?" and that you've answered 'Yes'

However, I wonder how serious are you that time. Perhaps you've forgot or put an innocent face upon the idea that for how many years throughout our relationship, beside me... you're enjoying other girls company. Giving them time, asking for comfort or comforting them, asking for their assistance, not putting enough boundary to be identified as someone who's 'taken' but instead act recklessly and freely without thinking that he might hurt someone's feelings or step out of his limits as a taken guy.

:')

I was with you the whole time, sometimes even pathetically waiting for your reply and invite... But little did I know around the whole year 2021, you actually have this so called 'kaduo' in the ML game and even end up chatting each other in facebook. What's worst is when I confronted you about her, when my instincts acts when I saw you two mentioning each other in facebook, you lied to me saying "She's my cousin". What's more terrifying and disappointing to know is you opened it up to her, laughing about how you introduce her to me in such a way that you even told her that it's the only way out you could do to justify your relationship with her without me geting suspicious.

Now, a certain action you did made me instantly remember a debt and a sin you've committed long time ago. It wasn't one of the things I've managed confronting you for I really bought the idea that you two are cousins not until today... when I checked your old convos. It was hilarious that I couldn't stop pitying myself for being so dumb.

It's not just Claudine Balboa you lowkey cheated on, but you even have Maryfrans Ibañez.

Your girl bestfriend that mostly mistaken by others as your girlfriend, and your 'ka-duo' as "cousin" in disguised.

I don't even know where the hell did you get the guts to tell me that you love me after all of this.

It makes sense that you never knew how to fix things nor don't want to put an effort to repair or lessen the damages you bought upon me, because you're used to telling everyone that you didn't care and it doesn't matter to you at all if we fall apart.

I pity myself. How come I'm so unlucky to have you as my first love?

[reficu1]

Ok bear with me,,, but,, Nagito and his gf being the annoying constantly making out couple bc his gf is super affectionate headcanons? 💀 The thought lowkey makes me giggle and I hope it amuses you too sob if not I respect that

Nagito and his gf being the annoying constantly making out couple

Thank you for your request. I hope you enjoy it.

Nagito himself is а clingy person. He is polite and calm, but a little unreliable.

Watching him easily and loudly admire the talents of the rest of his classmates, the same attitude will be in your direction.

But with your sticky and annoying nature. Nagito will respond to you in kind, but he does not forget to say that you could spend your precious time on someone else, and not on "garbage".

But over time, he began to say it less and less. And since you obviously spend your free time with him, he admits.

"I once read in a book how the last days are spent in the circle of relatives"

"Hey, you think you're going to get killed here? No way! I'm with you most of the time." You wrap your arms around his thin body and look straight into his eyes.

"Haha, no, I'm terminally ill, I have frontotemporal dementia"

"Wait"

Silence in the room. After these words, the grip weakens.

"Oh, I hope I didn't upset you too much? My statement about my family is just a quote." Komaeda scratches his head.

"Yes, I'm upset, but let this quote become reality" Your hands on his shoulders, your faces are close to each other, you begin to shower him with kisses.

"You don't have to do this." A small voice reaches your ears. To this you do not answer and just kiss him on the forehead and press him into your arms, laying your head in his white and fluffy hair.

"I'm so lucky to have you"

Maybe he has problems with society and behavior, but he perfectly understands your relationship, so he will do everything for your good. You are his hope, and he is willing to get his hands dirty in desperation to keep you alright.

To be honest, some of your classmates are already sick of your couple. They do not like your kisses or hugs in the middle of the road.

Therefore, you and Nagito can listen to you being lectured, but as a result for such "strict classmates" you will kiss Komaede in front of everyone.

Then someone will go about his business or someone will be angry, but already quietly and to himself.

Sometimes you still have to separate the two of you. Akane takes you on her shoulder and carries you off, while Nekomaru takes Nagito. Under caustic comments from Saionji "Oh, where are your words that you are not worthy of anything?"

To which he hears your cry "Don't listen to her, we'll meet soon!"

Despite this behavior of your classmates, they are actually glad to see beaming smiles on your faces as you walk with your eyes closed.

But you can crash into some kind of pillar, and at that moment Nagito will examine you from all sides.

"Oh, I'm hurting you, oh my, already blushing." At that moment, the pole fell on the refrigerator with cool water and ice.

After that, Nagito holds the ice against your reddened forehead and asked for forgiveness, but you, in turn, could not tear yourself away from him in gratitude.

But apparently you need to run again, since this refrigerator was repaired by Soda. Although Sonya will admire and be happy for you, so she will delay the mechanic so that he forgets about you.

[severusdefender]

Listen Lilly and jkr might be built different because on God you will never catch me with that ' marrying the dude who your ex best friend hates because he got bullied by him'.

I don't care if I'm legally allowed, to me it's the greatest sense of betrayal. For what Some dick????? She really did that for dick she found at Scotland. Miss gurl have you heard of our lord and savoiur Mr world wide? Pitbull????

So you know how I told you that I though snily friendship was a tree that began to rot there's no way it would have lasted and I did a comparison to my own friendship.

So I was my best friends side kick ish while they were like the troubled popular person,,, I was just there. I didnt cause any trouble but I wasn't like this major straight arrow,,, what I'm trying to say is no one bothered me and I didn't bother them, despite knowing a lot of information about them.

And I knew the person who caused them trouble and I knew their gang. Only if I was THAT insane of a person I would have thought about dating not only the ones that caused them heart ache but the ones who I knew my friend had a crush on.( But like even at like the lower levels ya know. Like I would have dated that one person that caused you drama at 5th grade and you sorta don't like them not the person who actively bullied you by making multiple spam accounts on Twitter and literally cause you to see a therapist . Make it make sense love)

There is a level of maturity that you need to go through, especially to those who you no longer reconnect with and I think it's the idea that you can trust them to not actively try to ruin your life. Like you may not have the biggest trust on them when it comes to emotional and mental scarring. But physical harm. You know that they won't hurt you. Physically.

And in her case the root of the breakup happens to be due to a word said during an altercation. She has every right to be mad and not forgive him. But when you choose to date the person that was not only responsible for the altercation but also for previous attempts???

No I'm sorry. My friend didn't didn't pull that shit thank God because I would have absolutely decked them on site. We handled it privately everyone knew but it was a 'stay in your own lane' kind of a thing.

Also personally knowing that Lilly was a well liked charecter and still didn't have a prior relationship history and only dated Potter who had a crush on her from the getgo doesn't sound cute it sounds lowkey vindictive.

And it makes no sense for her charecters that's written as a no flawed mature person to even do that. Like I understand if they both did that after highschool or if she saw someone else.

I know she's allowed to make mistakes and self reflect but how to do that when you literally married the cause of problems to someone else. And it gives me v much wife of a secret serial killer and with the whole ' I didn't know he was capable of that.' (also the main reasons why snily friendship repairment is impossible or at least heavily confrontational and angsty that requires years but never really goes back to the old times)

And if anyone is out there I wanna let you know that doing that strategy of being with the person that your ex BFF and you hated doesn't make you a bad bitch or whatever it makes you look like a bad friend. Get therapy and solve your abandonment issues.

🤺♠️🤺

the fact that he threatened her should have sent her running for the hills.

[wanderingpages]

Hey saw your ask on mariana zapata's books and now i really wanna try her work, but have a quick question. Are all her books sports centered? coz I'm not a big fan of that trope,, but like if the love story is good and gripping I might give a try..

Hi! No not at all. I had been wary about that with kulti, seeing as I was only familiar with football so I figured I’d understand wall of Winnipeg and me. But it’s really not all that bad. Like kulti and from lukov are heavy with their respective sports becuase the main character plays them but Winnipeg is pretty Lowkey about the football. Wait for it is like..peewee baseball lol like it’s her kids that are playing the sport and it’s not really that big of a deal. Under Locke and Luna and the lie dont mention sports at all, however there’s tattooing and car repair.

I’d say give it a try, it’s not too bad. My friend isn’t into sports romances either but ended up adoring the hell out of from lukov. Sports are a theme but the focus is the growth of the main character, their relationship w the love interest and familial relationships. Wall of Winnipeg is a good start but I’d also say give kulti and lukov a chance lol

[voltarrrrr]

Probably the most unpopular StEx headcanon

(You'll be warned, I know so many people will disagree but I just really want to share my thoughts with you)

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I headcanon Electra to be the youngest of all trains

Sounds stupid, right? But let me explain.

First off, I'm not referring to the actual dates the trains were build or anything. It's more like 'If they were humans, how old would they be'. I hope you get what I mean.

Reasons why I headcanon Electra to be the youngest:

He was pretty much unknown before the race. Yes, the components treated and introduced him like a superstar but nobody else actually knew who he was. That leads to my assumption that this was one of his first races so he was new to the whole thing and instantly thought he was better than anyone else, not only because he's an electric train but also because he's still really young compared to the others.

I headcanon most of the components to be pretty young too but still a little older than Electra. I've seen so many people ship Electra with Joule. Even though I'm not a big fan of them being together I can agree they have a certain dynamic and since many people portray Joule to still be rather childish at times, maybe that's why her and Electra come along so well. They're both really young.

That leads to my assumption that Electra tends to be really childish. Yes, he's damn impressive, hot and cool and I don't know but his behaviour tends to get childish at times. I know that being childish doesn't automatically makes a character young but it still kind of supports the headcanon and explains the situation a bit.

Electra wants to be taken serious. And the other trains do. The fear of being seen as a child and immature barely exists for him because he has so much knowledge about literally everything, thanks to being/having a computer. I got that thought while listening to the original German version of AC/DC where he basically threatened the others by telling he knows literally anything about them. According to my headcanon that would be something like 'I may be young but I still know more than all of you and I can and will use this against you so don't you dare to think of me as an immature youngling'.

While listening to 'No Comeback', which was sadly cut pretty early, I got the thought of Electra being extremely sensitive. We all know he's super sensitive when it comes to winning but I also mean in general. While Greaseball took it rather well, Electra seemed to be desperately trying to find a solution to escape that hole he fell in once he lost the race. I think while Greaseball is a champion, he also already lost several races back then. I guess that's just how it works. Nobody is born a champion; they have to train but as I already said in my first point, it's one of Electras first races and he just doesn't understand why he lost/what he did wrong. It's really hard for him to accept that especially because he's still young.

I think he has a good relationship with Wrench. I headcanon them to kind of always keeping an eye on Electra. Not only because they're his repair truck, but also because they're the oldest of the components and have a strong urge to keep him safe. That's also why I'm not a big fan of the Electra/Wrench ship but it's of course just a personal thing like everything else in this post.

Why did he choose Pearl? Of course because she's first class, really pretty and still new but also because she's as young as he is so he kind of could relate to her and lowkey thought of her more like a friend than a racing partner. That's basically the same thought as the one why Electra and Joule get so well along but I think it's important to adress since they were racing partners.

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I guess that's pretty much everything and even though I have so many ideas for the life of a damn young Electra, I just listed the thoughts I had which are the reason for my headcanon.

Also... this is just a personal thing. I totally get why someone wouldn't like the idea so there's of course no problem in disagreeing but I just wanted to share this with someone and maybe find people who actually enjoy the headcanon of Electra being the youngest.

Thank you so much for reading.

Feel free to add your own thoughts or ideas!